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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The River Motor Boat Boys on the St.
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+<div style='text-align:center'>
+<img id='ilink01' src='images/illus-001.jpg' alt=''/>
+<p class='caption'>The wave caught the <i>Rambler</i> broadside, and in an instant she was beached high and dry on the bar.</p>
+</div>
+<hr style='border:none; border-bottom:1px solid silver; width:70%; margin:2em auto' />
+
+<p class='center' style='font-size:1.5em;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'>THE SIX RIVER MOTOR BOAT</p>
+<p class='center' style='font-size:1.5em;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'>BOYS ON THE ST. LAWRENCE</p>
+
+<p class='center' style='margin-top:2em;margin-bottom:0;'>OR</p>
+
+<p class='center' style='font-size:1.2em;margin-top:2em;margin-bottom:0;'>THE LOST CHANNEL</p>
+
+<p class='center' style='font-size:1.2em;margin-top:3em;margin-bottom:0;'>By HARRY GORDON</p>
+
+<p class='center' style='font-size:0.8em;margin-top:0em;margin-bottom:0em;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>Author of</span></p>
+
+<p class='center' style='font-size:0.8em;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'>“The River Motor Boat Boys on the Mississippi”</p>
+<p class='center' style='font-size:0.8em;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'>“The River Motor Boat Boys on the Colorado”</p>
+<p class='center' style='font-size:0.8em;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'>“The River Motor Boat Boys on the Amazon”</p>
+<p class='center' style='font-size:0.8em;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'>“The River Motor Boat Boys on the Columbia”</p>
+<p class='center' style='font-size:0.8em;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'>“The River Motor Boat Boys on the Ohio”</p>
+
+<p class='center' style='font-size:1.2em;margin-top:2em;margin-bottom:0;'>A. L. BURT COMPANY</p>
+
+<p class='center' style='margin-top:0em;margin-bottom:0;'>NEW YORK</p>
+<hr style='border:none; border-bottom:1px solid silver; width:70%; margin:2em auto' />
+
+<p class='center' style='margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'>Copyright, 1913</p>
+
+<p class='center' style='margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'><span style='font-variant:small-caps'>By A. L. Burt Company</span></p>
+
+<p class='center' style='font-size:0.8em;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'>THE SIX RIVER MOTOR BOYS ON THE ST. LAWRENCE</p>
+<hr style='border:none; border-bottom:1px solid silver; width:70%; margin:2em auto' />
+
+<p class='center' style='font-size:1.2em;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'>CONTENTS</p>
+
+<table id='toc' style='margin:auto' summary='TOC'>
+<tr><td>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink01'>I—A Mysterious Visitor</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink02'>II—A Treacherous Guest</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink03'>III—Arrested for Piracy</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink04'>IV—Concerning a Lost Channel</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink05'>V—Teddy Gives an Exhibition</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink06'>VI—Captain Joe Takes a Prisoner</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink07'>VII—Case Has His Doubts</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink08'>VIII—The Discovery of Max</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink09'>IX—A Busy Night in Quebec</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink10'>X—The Menagerie in Action</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink11'>XI—The Crew Takes a Tumble</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink12'>XII—Rivermen With a Thirst</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink13'>XIII—A Meeting at Montreal</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink14'>XIV—An Old Friend Appears</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink15'>XV—Through the Famous Rapids</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink16'>XVI—A Call from Wreckers</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink17'>XVII—Captain Joe’s Night Visit</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink18'>XVIII—It Is Now Clay’s Turn</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink19'>XIX—A Splash of Water</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink20'>XX—Lifting a Sunken Launch</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink21'>XXI—Down in the Whirlpool</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink22'>XXII—What the Eddy Brought Up</a><br/>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href='#clink23'>XXIII—The Lost Charter Is Found</a><br/>
+</td></tr>
+</table>
+<hr style='border:none; border-bottom:1px solid silver; width:70%; margin:2em auto' />
+
+<p class='center' style='font-size:1.4em;margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;'>THE SIX RIVER MOTOR BOYS ON THE ST. LAWRENCE.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink01'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER I—A MYSTERIOUS VISITOR</a></h2>
+
+<p>It was dark on the St. Lawrence River at nine
+o’clock that August night. There would be a moon
+later, but the clouds drifting in from the bay might
+or might not hold the landscape in darkness until
+morning. The tide was running in, and with it
+came a faint fog from the distant coast of Newfoundland.</p>
+
+<p>Only one light showed on the dark surface of
+the river in the vicinity of St. Luce, and this came
+from the deck of a motor boat, anchored well out
+from the landing on the south side of the stream,
+fifty miles or more from Point des Montes, which
+is where the St. Lawrence widens out to the north
+to form the upper part of the bay of the same
+name.</p>
+
+<p>The light on the motor boat came from an
+electric lamp set at the prow, six feet above the deck.
+It showed as trim and powerful a craft as ever
+pushed her nose into those waters.</p>
+
+<p>Those who have followed the adventures of the
+Six River Motor Boat Boys will not need to be
+told here of the strength, speed and perfect equipment
+of the <i>Rambler</i>. The motors were suitable
+for a sea-going tug, and the boat had all the conveniences
+known to modern shipbuilders. She had
+carried her present crew in safety up the Amazon
+to its source, down the Columbia from its headwaters,
+through the Colorado to the Grand Canyon,
+and down the Mississippi from its source to
+the Gulf of Mexico.</p>
+
+<p>All these trips had been crowded with adventure,
+but both the boys and the boat had proved equal
+to every emergency. At the conclusion of the
+Mississippi journey, the boys of the Six River
+Motor Boat Club had decided to explore the St.
+Lawrence river from the Gulf to Lake Ontario.</p>
+
+<p>The <i>Rambler</i> had been shipped by rail to a point
+on the coast of New Brunswick, and the remainder
+of the journey to St. Luce had been made by water
+along the treacherous coasts of New Brunswick
+and Quebec. A fresh supply of gasoline had been
+taken on just before night fell, and on the approach
+of daylight the boys would be on their way up the
+stream.</p>
+
+<p>Although it was early August, the night was
+decidedly cold, and Clayton Emmett, Alex Smithwick,
+Julian Shafer, and Cornelius Witters, the
+four boys who had embarked on the trip, were sitting
+snugly around a coal fire in the cabin. They
+were sturdy, healthy, merry-hearted lads of about
+sixteen, all from Chicago, and all without family
+ties of any kind so far as they knew. They had
+been reared in the streets of the big city, and had
+become possessed of the <i>Rambler</i> by a series of
+adventures which the readers of the previous
+volumes of this series will readily recall.</p>
+
+<p>The night grew darker as it grew older, and a
+strong wind came up from the bay, bobbing the
+<i>Rambler</i> about drunkenly. Clayton Emmett—always
+just “Clay” to his chums—arose from his
+chair after a particularly fierce blast from the wind
+and approached the cabin door.</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t open that door!” shouted Alex Smithwick.
+“We’ll be sent smashing through the back
+wall if you do. This night makes me think of a
+smiling summer day in Chicago harbor,—it’s so
+different!”</p>
+
+<p>“Company!” Clay answered, excitedly, “We’re
+going to have company. Listen!”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” laughed Jule Shafer, “I’ve got a flashlight
+of any one rowing out to us to-night. The
+river is too rough for a rowboat.”</p>
+
+<p>“Now you look here, Captain Joe,” Clay went
+on, “don’t you go start anything!”</p>
+
+<p>This last remark was made to a white bulldog
+of sinister aspect which had arisen from a rug in
+a corner of the cabin and now stood at Clay’s
+side, growling threateningly. Joe wagged a stumpy
+tail in acknowledgment of the advice, but dashed
+out, snarling, as Clay opened the door and gained
+the deck.</p>
+
+<p>“All right; go to it!” Alex laughed, as the door
+closed behind the two. “Stick out on deck a spell
+and the wind will do the rest.”</p>
+
+<p>Case Witters—he was never anything but
+“Case” to his friends—went to the door and
+looked out through the blurred glass, wiping the
+inside of the panel with his sleeve in order to get
+a clearer view.</p>
+
+<p>“What’s coming off?” demanded Jule.</p>
+
+<p>“I hope we’ll be able to get away on one trip
+without some one butting in,” suggested Case.</p>
+
+<p>“Say, now, look at Teddy,” cried Jule, springing
+to his feet.</p>
+
+<p>“Teddy” was a quarter-grown grizzly bear. He
+had been captured on the Columbia river, and had
+been a great pet of the boys ever since. He now
+rose from the rug which he had occupied in company
+with Captain Joe, the white bulldog, and
+shambled over to the door, against which he lifted
+a pair of capable paws in an effort to get a view
+of the deck.</p>
+
+<p>“Rubberneck!” called Alex, digging the cub in
+the ribs.</p>
+
+<p>“You know what you’ll come to if you talk
+slang!” Jule grinned. “You’ll have to wash
+dishes for a week. We all agreed to that, you
+know,” he added as Alex wrinkled a freckled nose
+and pointed to the bear cub still trying to look out.</p>
+
+<p>“Why don’t you let him out?” he asked. “If
+the wind blows his hide off, we’ll make a rug of
+it. What is Clay doing?”</p>
+
+<p>Case did not reply to the question. Instead, he
+opened the door, swinging it back with a bang, and
+both boy and bear ran out on deck. The first
+thing Teddy did was to sit up on his hind legs
+and box at the wind, which rumpled his fur and
+brought moisture to his little round eyes. Boxing
+was one of the accomplishments taught him by the
+boys, and he took great pride in it.</p>
+
+<p>Alex closed the door and, with Jule at his side,
+stood looking out on deck. Clay, Case and the two
+pets stood at the prow, gazing down on the river.</p>
+
+<p>Directly the top of a worn fur cap made its
+appearance above the gunwale of the boat, followed
+almost immediately by the head and shoulders of
+a man. Then Alex and Jule both rushed out of
+the cabin.</p>
+
+<p>“He must be a peach, whoever he is, to come off
+to us in a canoe over that rough water to-night!”
+Alex cried. “I want to see that boat of his.”</p>
+
+<p>The boat in which the stranger had put off was
+rocking viciously in the stream, and it was some
+seconds before he could secure a footing which
+promised a successful leap for the deck. When at
+last he came over the rail, the boys saw a heavily-built
+man with thin whiskers growing out of a
+dark face. His eyes were keen and black, and the
+hair hanging low down on his wide shoulders, was
+black, too, and straight.</p>
+
+<p>Holding his boat line in one hand, in order that
+the craft might not drift away, he searched with
+the other hand in the interior pockets of a rough
+Jersey jacket for a second, and then brought forth
+a sealed package which he handed to Clay. As
+the boy took the package, the man who had delivered
+it sprang, without speaking a word, to the railing,
+hung for a moment with his feet in the air
+above the bobbing canoe, dropped, and was almost
+instantly lost in the darkness.</p>
+
+<p>Leaning over the railing of the boat, wide-eyed
+and amazed, the four boys stood for a moment
+trying to pierce the line of darkness beyond the
+round circle of the prow light. Nothing was to
+be seen. The boat had come and gone in the darkness.
+The packet in Clay’s hands was the only
+evidence that it had ever existed. Alex was the
+first to speak.</p>
+
+<p>“What do you know about that?” he shouted.</p>
+
+<p>“They must have fine mail facilities on the St.
+Lawrence!” commented Case.</p>
+
+<p>“That was only a ghost!” Jule asserted, with
+a wink at Alex. “That letter will go sailing up in
+the air in a minute.”</p>
+
+<p>Clay opened the packet so strangely delivered and unfolded
+a crude map of a country enclosed between
+two rivers. These rivers, after running close together
+for a long distance, spread apart, like the
+two arms of a pair of tongs, at their mouths, making
+an egg-shaped peninsula which extended far
+into the main river. Back from the river shore, on
+this rude drawing, a narrow creek cut through the
+territory between the two rivers, making the peninsula
+an island.</p>
+
+<p>Below this rude drawing of the rivers and the
+peninsula was another of an old-fashioned safe
+resting high up in a niche in a rocky wall. The
+face of the wall was cross-hatched, to show that
+it was in the shadows.</p>
+
+<p>Below the drawing of the safe, were these
+words:</p>
+
+<p>“At last! Follow instructions. Success is certain.
+Map enclosed. Point straight to the north.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys gathered closely around Clay, standing
+under the brilliant prow light, and examined
+the paper, passing it from one to another with
+questioning glances.</p>
+
+<p>“I guess,” Alex said, “that we are drawing
+somebody else’s cards.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Case suggested, “that’s a queer kind
+of a hand to come out of the night.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps,” Jule observed, “they present travelers
+on the St. Lawrence with these little souvenirs
+just to excite interest.”</p>
+
+<p>“Point straight to the north,” repeated Clay.
+“I wonder what that means.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’d like to know what any of it means,” Alex
+asserted. “It looks to me like some one was butting
+in.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Case remarked, “we have started out
+on every trip with a mystery to unravel, and here
+we go again, loaded up with another.”</p>
+
+<p>“You bet we have!” laughed Alex. “We harvested
+gold on the Amazon, caught murderers on
+the Columbia, found a secret treasure in the Grand
+Canyon, and chased pirates on the Mississippi, but
+this is the only real Captain Kidd mystery we have
+struck yet.”</p>
+
+<p>“What shall we do with it?” asked Clay, rattling
+the paper.</p>
+
+<p>“Throw it in the river and be on our way,” proposed
+Case.</p>
+
+<p>“Suppose,” Alex grinned, “there should be a
+barrel of money in that safe they’ve made a drawing
+of. If there is, we want to get it.”</p>
+
+<p>“I think we’d better be going on, just the same,”
+Case said. “I’m for dumping this map thing into
+the river and forgetting all about it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Aw,” Alex cut in, “that would be throwing
+away all the fun. I want to go to this ‘North,’
+wherever it is. There may be something funny
+doing there.”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe, who had been sitting at the prow,
+watching the boys with an intelligent interest, now
+passed back to the cabin, leaped upon the low roof,
+and bounded to the after deck. The boys heard
+him growling threateningly for a moment, and
+then he came back.</p>
+
+<p>Teddy, the cub, arose from the place where he
+had been lying, sniffed at the gunwale of the boat
+for an instant, and walked into the cabin.</p>
+
+<p>“What’s the matter with our menagerie to-night,”
+demanded Alex. “There seems to be
+something in the air.”</p>
+
+<p>“What do you see, Captain Joe?” asked Clay.
+“If it’s a man, and he’s got a letter, you go get it.
+Some other fellow may be wanting us to go South,
+or East, or West.”</p>
+
+<p>As Clay ceased speaking, the splash of a paddle
+came faintly from the darkness to the West.</p>
+
+<p>“Here comes R. F. D. postman number two,”
+shouted Alex.</p>
+
+<p>As the boys listened, the splashings of the paddle
+came louder for a moment, then ceased entirely.</p>
+
+<p>“Hello, the boat!” Alex cried. “Have you got
+a letter for us?”</p>
+
+<p>No answer came back. There was now a break
+in the clouds, and the moon shone sharply down
+upon the swirling river, but only for an instant.</p>
+
+<p>“There he comes!” cried Jule.</p>
+
+<p>But the moonlight was gone, and the sound of
+the paddle was gone, and just at the edge of the
+circle of light which came from the prow, an Indian
+canoe glided, phantom-like, down the stream and
+disappeared.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink02'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER II—A TREACHEROUS GUEST</a></h2>
+
+<p>“Do you suppose that is the fellow Captain Joe
+caught prowling around the stem of the boat?”
+asked Jule as the canoe disappeared down the river.</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe answered the question by trotting
+up to the prow and snarling at the disappearing
+canoe.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, what do you think he wanted here, anyway?”
+asked Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“Possibly he just dropped down to see if we
+were ready to start north,” Case observed with a
+yawn.</p>
+
+<p>“It looks to me,” Alex said, “that we have
+struck a storm center of some kind, and I’m going
+to bed and think it over.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m glad you’re going to bed,” Clay laughed,
+“for you get lost whenever we leave you on watch.”</p>
+
+<p>“But I always find myself!” answered Alex,
+with a provoking grin.</p>
+
+<p>It was finally arranged that Case should stand
+guard that night, and the others prepared for sleep.
+The bunks were let down in the cabin, the prow
+light was switched off, and directly all was dark,
+save when the moon broke out from a bank of
+wandering clouds.</p>
+
+<p>Sitting well wrapped at the door of the cabin,
+shortly before midnight, Clay once more heard the
+sweep of a paddle or an oar. He arose and went
+to the prow.</p>
+
+<p>Off to the right, on a point of land below St.
+Luce, a column of flame was beckoning in the
+gale from the gulf. Only the flame was to be seen.
+There was neither habitation nor human figure in
+sight under its light. While the boy watched, a
+signal shot came from the east.</p>
+
+<p>Then an answering light came from the north,
+and a ship’s boat, four-oared and sturdy, passed
+for an instant under the light of the moon and was
+lost in the darkness.</p>
+
+<p>The rowboat had passed so close to the <i>Rambler</i>
+that the watching boy could have seen the faces of
+the occupants if they had not been turned away.
+For a moment he had feared that it was the intention
+of the rowers to board the <i>Rambler</i>, but
+they had passed on apparently without noticing
+the boat at all.</p>
+
+<p>After following the boat with his eyes for an
+instant, he switched on the prow light and turned
+to the cabin to awaken his chums. Here was a new
+feature of the night which must be considered.</p>
+
+<p>As he turned toward the cabin, a white package
+lying upon the deck caught his eye. It had not
+been there a moment before, so the boy naturally
+concluded that it had been thrown from the row
+boat. He lifted it and, going back under the prow
+light, opened the envelope and read.</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t interfere with what doesn’t concern you.
+Go on about your business, if you have any. Life
+is sweet to the young. Do you understand? Be
+warned. Others have tried and lost.”</p>
+
+<p>The puzzled boy dashed into the cabin with the
+paper in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>“Look here, fellows!” he shouted, pulling away
+at the first sleeping figure he came upon, “R. F. D.
+postman number two has arrived. Here’s the letter
+he brought.”</p>
+
+<p>He read the message aloud to the three wondering
+boys, sitting wide-eyed on their bunks, and
+handed the paper to Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“What about it?” he asked.</p>
+
+<p>“I reckon,” Alex observed with a grin, “that
+we’re going to be arrested for opening some one
+else’s mail.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t you ever think this letter wasn’t intended
+for us,” Jule declared.</p>
+
+<p>“And now,” Case said, “I suppose we’ll have
+to give up following the orders given in the first
+letter. We’re ordered off the premises. See?”</p>
+
+<p>“Not for mine,” Alex cried. “You can’t win
+me on any sawed-off mystery! I want to know
+what this means.”</p>
+
+<p>After a time the boys switched off the prow
+light, turned on the small lamp in the cabin, and
+sat down to consider seriously the events of the
+night. While they talked, the clouds drifted away,
+and the whole surface of the river was flooded
+with moonlight. The flame on the south bank was
+seen no more. It had evidently been built as a
+beacon for the men in the ship’s boat.</p>
+
+<p>After a time, Captain Joe, who had been sitting
+in the middle of the deliberative circle in the
+cabin, raced out to the deck. The boys heard him
+growling, heard a conciliatory human voice, and
+then a quick fall.</p>
+
+<p>When the boys switched on the prow light and
+gained the deck, they found Captain Joe standing
+guard over a slender youth who had evidently fallen
+to the deck to escape being tumbled down by the
+dog. They gathered about waiting for him to
+speak—waiting for some explanation of his sudden
+appearance on the motor boat. Captain Joe
+seemed proud of his capture, and remained with
+threatening teeth within an inch of the boy’s throat.</p>
+
+<p>“Say, you!” shouted Alex. “Did you come by
+parcel post? We’ve been getting letters all right,
+but no such packages as this.”</p>
+
+<p>“Looks to me like he must have come in a parachute,”
+Jule suggested. “Where’s your boat,
+kid?” he added.</p>
+
+<p>The visitor smiled brightly and sprang alertly
+to his feet. He looked from face to face for a
+moment, smiling at each in turn, and then pointed
+to a light canoe bumping against the hull of the
+<i>Rambler</i>.</p>
+
+<p>He was a lad of, perhaps, eighteen, slender, lithe,
+dark. His clothing was rough and not too clean.
+His manner was intended to be ingratiating, but
+was only insincere.</p>
+
+<p>“What about you?” demanded Alex. “Do you
+think this is a passenger boat?”</p>
+
+<p>“A long time ago,” replied the visitor, speaking
+excellent English, “I read of the <i>Rambler</i> and her
+boy crew in the Quebec newspapers. When I saw
+the boat here to-night, I ran away from my employer
+and came out to you. I want to go with
+you wherever you are going.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’ve got your nerve!” Alex cried.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, let him alone,” Case interposed. “We’ve
+had a stranger with us on every trip, so why not
+take him along?”</p>
+
+<p>Alex took the speaker by the arm and walked
+with him back to the cabin.</p>
+
+<p>“Say,” he said then, “this fellow may be all
+right, but I don’t like the looks of his map.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’ll wash dishes a week for that,” Case
+announced. “You’re getting so you talk too much
+slang. Anyway, you shouldn’t say ‘map’—that’s
+common. Say you don’t like his dial.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I guess I’ll have plenty of help washing
+dishes,” Alex grunted. “But what are we going
+to do with this boy?” he added.</p>
+
+<p>Clay now joined the two boys in the cabin and
+asked the same question.</p>
+
+<p>“It is my idea,” he said, “that the appearance
+of this lad is in some way connected with the other
+events of the night.”</p>
+
+<p>“What did you find out about him?” asked
+Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“He says his name is Max Michel, and that he
+lives at St. Luce,” was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Clay decided, “we can’t send him away
+to-night, so we’ll give him a bunk and settle the
+matter to-morrow.”</p>
+
+<p>“I just believe,” Alex interposed, “that this
+boy Max could tell us something about those two
+boats if he wanted to.”</p>
+
+<p>“I notice,” Case put in, “that he’s paying a good
+deal of attention to what is going on in the cabin
+just now. He may be all right, but he doesn’t look
+good to me.”</p>
+
+<p>Clay beckoned to Jule, and the two boys entered
+the cabin together, closely followed by Captain Joe,
+who seemed determined to keep close watch on the
+strange visitor.</p>
+
+<p>“How long ago did you leave St. Luce?” asked
+Clay of the boy.</p>
+
+<p>“An hour ago,” was the answer. “I rowed up
+the river near the shore where the current is not so
+strong and then drifted down to the motor boat.
+I called out to you before I landed, but I guess you
+did not hear.”</p>
+
+<p>Alex, standing at the boy’s back and looking over
+his head, wrinkled a freckled nose at Clay and said
+by his expression that he did not believe what the
+boy was saying.</p>
+
+<p>“Did you see a light on the point below St. Luce
+not long ago?” continued Clay.</p>
+
+<p>The boy shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>“There are often lights there at night,” he said.
+“Wreckers and fishermen build them for signals.
+But I saw none there to-night.”</p>
+
+<p>“What about the four-oared boat that left St.
+Luce not long ago?” Clay asked. “Do you know
+the men who were in it?”</p>
+
+<p>“I didn’t see any such boat,” was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, crawl into a bunk here,” Clay finally said,
+“and we’ll tell you in the morning what we are
+going to do.”</p>
+
+<p>The boy did as instructed, and was, apparently,
+soon sound asleep. Then the boys went out to the
+deck again and sat in the brilliant moonlight watching
+the settlement on the right bank.</p>
+
+<p>There is a railway station at St. Luce, and while
+they watched and talked, the shrill challenge of a
+locomotive came to their ears, followed by the low
+rumbling of a heavy train.</p>
+
+<p>The prow light was out, and the cabin light was
+out, and the cabin was dark now, because when the
+boys had sought their bunks, a heavy curtain had
+been drawn across the glass panel of the door.
+From where the boys sat, therefore, they could see
+nothing of the interior of the cabin.</p>
+
+<p>Five minutes after the door closed on the
+stranger, he left his bunk and moved toward the
+rear of the cabin. Against the back wall, stood a
+square wooden table, and upon this table stood an
+electric coil used for cooking. Above the table, was
+a small window opening on the after deck.</p>
+
+<p>The catch which held the sash in place was on the
+inside and was easily released. The boy opened it,
+drew the swinging sash in, passed through the opening,
+and sprang down to the deck.</p>
+
+<p>Reaching the deck, the visitor, as though familiar
+with the situation, ran his hand carefully about his
+feet feeling for a closed hatch. He found it at
+last and, lifting it, peered into the space set aside
+for the electric batteries and the extra gasoline
+tanks.</p>
+
+<p>Reaching far under the planking, he found what
+he sought—the wire connecting the electric batteries
+with the motors. Listening for a moment to make
+sure that his motions were not being observed, he
+drew a pair of wire clippers from a pocket and cut
+the supply wire. Only for the fact that the lights
+on the boat were all out, this villainous act would
+at once have been discovered. As it was, the boys
+remained at the prow believing the visitor was still
+asleep in his bunk.</p>
+
+<p>This act of vandalism accomplished, the boy
+dropped softly over the stern into his canoe, still
+trailing in the rear of the motor boat. Once in the
+canoe, he laid the paddle within easy reach and propelled
+the boat along the hull of the <i>Rambler</i>, toward
+the prow with his hands. Once or twice
+discovery seemed to the boy to be certain, for Captain
+Joe came to the gunwale of the boat and
+sniffed suspiciously over the rail.</p>
+
+<p>Once, Clay left his place at the prow and looked
+over into the stream, but the moon was in the south
+and a heavy shadow lay over the water on the north
+side, so the dark object slipping like a snake to do
+an act of mischief reached the prow unseen.</p>
+
+<p>At that moment the boys left the prow and moved
+toward the cabin door. In another instant they
+would have entered and noted the absence of their
+guest, but Alex paused and pointed to lights moving
+in the village of St. Luce.</p>
+
+<p>“There’s something going on over there,” he
+said “and I believe it has something to do with
+what we’ve been bumping against. There’s the letter
+from the canoe, and the warning from the boat,
+and the boy dropping out of the darkness on deck,
+and the signal lights, and now the stir in the village.
+Some one who wishes us ill is running the scenes
+to-night, all right.”</p>
+
+<p>While the boys stood watching the lights of St.
+Luce, Max caught the manila cable which held the
+motor boat and drew his canoe up to it. Cutting
+the cable, strand by strand, so as to cause no jar
+or sudden lurching of the boat, he left it slashed
+nearly through and, leaving the strain of the current
+to do the rest, worked back through the shadow
+and struck out up stream.</p>
+
+<p>Standing in the door of the cabin, the boys felt
+the boat sway violently under their feet, then they
+knew from the shifting lights in the village that
+they were drifting swiftly down with the current.
+Clay sprang to the motors, but they refused to
+turn.</p>
+
+<p>Case hastened to the prow and lifted the end of
+the cable. There was no doubt that it had been cut.
+Clay made a quick examination of the motors and
+saw that the electrical connection had been broken.
+Then Jule called out in alarm that they were drifting
+directly upon a rocky island.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink03'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER III—ARRESTED FOR PIRACY</a></h2>
+
+<p>The <i>Rambler</i>, drifting broadside to the current,
+threatened to strike full upon a rocky promontory
+projecting from the island which lay in the course
+of the boat. In vain Case tugged at the tiller ropes.
+There was no steerage way, and the boat was beyond
+control.</p>
+
+<p>“It looks like the last of the <i>Rambler</i>!” Case
+cried as the boat drifted down. “The rock ahead
+will cut her in two if we strike it.”</p>
+
+<p>But there was a current crossing the rocky point
+from north to south, and the boat, catching it, was
+drawn away, so that in time, she came, stern first,
+to the curve of a little channel into which the waters
+drew. For a moment, the prow swung out, and
+the possibility of a continuation of the vagrant journey
+was imminent.</p>
+
+<p>However, before the sweep of water turned the
+prow fairly around, Alex was over the gunwale,
+clinging with all his might to the broken cable. Clay
+and Jule were at his side in a moment and, half
+swimming, half stumbling, quite up to their chins
+in the cold water, they held the boat until the current
+swept it farther over on the sandy beach that
+bordered the cove.</p>
+
+<p>“There you are!” shouted Alex, wading, dripping,
+from the river. “The next time I take a trip
+on the <i>Rambler</i>, I’m going to wear a diving suit.
+I’m dead tired of getting wet.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’re lucky not to be at the bottom of the
+river!” Clay announced.</p>
+
+<p>The rowboat, which lay upon the roof of the
+cabin, was now brought down, a cable was taken
+out of the store room, and the <i>Rambler</i> firmly
+secured to a great rock which towered above the
+slope of the cove.</p>
+
+<p>The boys stood for a moment looking over the
+surface of the river, still bathed in moonlight, then
+Alex rushed into the cabin and brought out a field
+glass.</p>
+
+<p>“What I want to know just now, is who cut that
+cable,” he said.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s easy,” Jule replied. “It was the innocent
+little boy who had read all about the <i>Rambler</i>
+in the Quebec newspaper.”</p>
+
+<p>Alex swept the river with the glass for a time
+and then passed it to Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“There he goes,” he said, “away up the river,
+heading for St. Luce! That’s the boy who disconnected
+the electricity and cut the cable. That’s the
+boy who we will even up with when we catch him,
+too.”</p>
+
+<p>“And you’re the boy who’ll wash dishes for a
+week for talking slang!” Jule taunted.</p>
+
+<p>“I’d wash dishes for a month if I could get hold
+of that rat,” answered Alex, angrily. “He came
+near wrecking the <i>Rambler</i>!”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Clay said, “we may as well be getting
+the motors into shape. We can’t stay on this island
+long.”</p>
+
+<p>“If we do, there’s no knowing what will happen,”
+Jule suggested. “We’ve had two letters and
+a runaway to-night and the next thing is likely to
+be a stick of dynamite.”</p>
+
+<p>“Say, suppose we repair the electric apparatus
+and get away from this vicinity right now,” suggested
+Case, “I don’t like the looks of things.”</p>
+
+<p>“Now, look here,” Alex cut in, “I’m ready to
+get out of this section, but do you mind what the
+first letter said about going north? Now that
+means something. If the first letter hadn’t told us
+to go north, and the men who threw the second letter
+hadn’t believed that we were obeying instructions,
+we wouldn’t have been interfered with. Now,
+there’s a friendly force here, and a hostile force.
+The friendly people may be mistaken in our identity,
+but that doesn’t alter the fact that the hostile
+element is out to do us a mischief.</p>
+
+<p>“I’d like to find out what it is the friendly force
+expects us to do. If we can learn that, we’ll know
+why the hostile force is opposing us. And so, it
+looks to me that instead of running away, we would
+better find out what is wanted of us. How does
+that strike you, fellows? Isn’t that deduction
+worthy of Sherlock Holmes?”</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” Clay declared, “I’m willing to investigate,
+but we mustn’t spend all our time looking
+into one mystery, for if we have the same luck we
+had on other trips, we are likely to come across several
+more before we go back to Chicago.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’d like to know,” Case said, as they brought
+up an extra anchor and a new cable, “why we were
+dumped on this island.”</p>
+
+<p>“To get us out of the way, probably,” Jule commented.
+“They undoubtedly expected to steal or
+wreck the <i>Rambler</i>.”</p>
+
+<p>“But the <i>Rambler</i>,” Alex laughed, “has the
+luck of the Irish, so she’s still able to travel.”</p>
+
+<p>The island upon which the boat had been cast,
+lay only a short distance from the south shore of
+the river. In fact, at low water, when the tide was
+out, it might have been possible to pass to the mainland
+on dry ground.</p>
+
+<p>Its location was not more than two miles below
+the little landing at St. Luce. In fact, as the boys
+afterwards decided, it must have been from this
+island that the signal flame had burned early in the
+evening.</p>
+
+<p>Working busily on the repairs, the boys did not
+notice the arrival upon the island of two roughly
+dressed fellows, who landed from a small boat and
+who took great pains to keep rocky elevations between
+themselves and the cove where the boat lay.</p>
+
+<p>“I wonder,” Jule asked, sitting down on the prow
+after a struggle with the new cable, “whether the
+stories I have read about wreckers along the St.
+Lawrence are true.”</p>
+
+<p>While the boys discussed the possibility of
+wreckers working along the stream, one of the two
+men clambered to an elevation which was in turn
+hidden from the cove by a higher one and waved a
+red and blue handkerchief toward the shore.</p>
+
+<p>The tide was now running out, and the channel
+between the island and the mainland swirled like a
+mill-race. This, however, did not prevent the
+launching of a boat from the shore, the same being
+manned by four men. They edged along the shore
+and then, passing boldly into the current, landed
+on the island at a point east of the cove. There
+they secreted their boat and moved on toward the
+place where the boys, all unconscious of their presence,
+were repairing the damages wrought by their
+treacherous guest.</p>
+
+<p>It was Captain Joe who gave the first intimation
+of the presence of others on the island. He sprang
+from the boat, paddled through the shallow water
+between the hull and the shore, and set out for the
+elevation where the man who had signaled had been
+standing.</p>
+
+<p>The boys heard a cry of pain, a shout of anger
+and a pistol shot, and then Captain Joe came running
+back to where the <i>Rambler</i> lay.</p>
+
+<p>“What was it you said about wreckers?” Case
+asked with a startled look. “No beast or bird fired
+that shot!”</p>
+
+<p>“I was only wondering,” Jule answered,
+“whether there are really wreckers at work along
+the river. That’s the answer!”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Clay said, “we’ll get on the boat to talk
+it over! In the meantime, we’ll be putting space
+between the <i>Rambler</i> and this island. If ever a
+wrecker’s beacon told where to lure a boat to be
+plundered, that flame we saw on the island told our
+sneaking guest when to cut the <i>Rambler</i> loose!”</p>
+
+<p>The boys hastened on board and Clay ran to the
+motors. At that instant, four men made their appearance
+on the ledge above the cove, beckoning
+with their hands and calling out to the boys that
+they had something of importance to say to them.</p>
+
+<p>“They look to me like triple-plated thieves,”
+Alex commented, “and I wouldn’t be caught on
+an island with them for a farm.”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe seemed to approve of this decision,
+for he stood with his feet braced, growling furiously
+at the beckoning men.</p>
+
+<p>“Boat ahoy!” one of the men cried. “We have
+a message for you.”</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” Case answered, “you may send it
+by wireless.”</p>
+
+<p>“But it is important!” came from the man.</p>
+
+<p>During this brief conversation, the motors were
+slowly drawing the <i>Rambler</i> out of the sandy cove,
+the electric connection having been made, and the
+men were rapidly approaching the shore. The boat
+moved slowly, for the keel was dragging slightly
+in the sand, and the wreckers, if such they were,
+stood at the water’s edge before the craft was more
+than a dozen yards away.</p>
+
+<p>Directly, all appearance of friendship ceased, and
+the men stood threatening the boys with automatic
+guns.</p>
+
+<p>“Run back!” one of the men cried, “or we’ll
+pick you off like pigeons!”</p>
+
+<p>The boys had already taken their automatic revolvers
+from the cabin, and now, instead of obeying
+the command of the outlaws, they dropped
+down behind the gunwale and sent forth a volley
+not intended to injure, but only to frighten.</p>
+
+<p>Apparently undismayed by the shots, the outlaws
+passed boldly down the shore line seeking to keep
+pace with the motor boat as she drew out of the
+cove. Every moment the motors were gaining
+speed. In another minute, the <i>Rambler</i> would be
+entirely beyond the reach of the outlaws.</p>
+
+<p>Apparently hopeless of coercing the boys into a
+return, the outlaws now began shooting. Bullets
+pinged against the gunwale and imbedded themselves
+in the walls of the cabin but did no damage.</p>
+
+<p>A tinge of color was now showing in the east.
+Birds were astir in the moving currents of the air,
+and lights flashed dimly forth from the distant
+houses of St. Luce. Against the ruddy glow of the
+sky, a river steamer lifted its column of smoke.
+Observing the approach of the vessel, the outlaws
+redoubled their efforts to frighten the boys into instant
+submission.</p>
+
+<p>However, the <i>Rambler</i> was gaining speed, and
+the incident would have been closed in a moment if
+the connection made between the batteries and the
+motors had not become disarranged. In the haste
+of making the repairs, the work had not been properly
+done.</p>
+
+<p>The propeller ceased its revolutions and the boat
+dropped back toward the cove. Evidently guessing
+what had taken place on board, the outlaws gathered
+at the point where it seemed certain that she
+would become beached.</p>
+
+<p>Understanding what would take place if the
+motor boat dropped back, the boys fired volley after
+volley in order to attract the attention of those on
+the steamer. There came a jangling of bells from
+the advancing craft, and she slowed down and
+headed for the point. The outlaws fired a parting
+volley and disappeared among the rocks.</p>
+
+<p>The steamer continued on her course toward the
+little island, but paused a few yards away and the
+boys saw a rowboat dropped to the river. The
+<i>Rambler</i> continued to drift toward the beach she
+had so recently left and the rowboat headed for
+that point.</p>
+
+<p>Fearful that the boat would again come within
+reach of the outlaws, Clay and Case now rushed to
+the prow, and threw the supply anchor over just in
+time to prevent a collision between a nest of rocks
+and the stern of the boat.</p>
+
+<p>The outlaws were now out of sight, and the boys
+felt secure in the protection of the steamer, but
+directly the situation was changed, for a show of
+arms was seen on board the rowboat, and the boys
+were suddenly ordered to throw up their hands.</p>
+
+<p>“You fellows are nicely rigged out—fine motor
+boat, and all that,” one of the men in the boat
+shouted, “but the days of river pirates on the St.
+Lawrence are over. You are all under arrest.”</p>
+
+<p>“Gee whiz!” shouted Alex. “Is this what you
+call a pinch?”</p>
+
+<p>“It is what we call a clean-up,” replied one of the
+men in the boat, rowing up to the <i>Rambler</i>.
+“We’ve been watching for you fellows, and now
+we’ve got you.”</p>
+
+<p>“And what are you going to do with us?” asked
+Clay restraining his anger and indignation with difficulty.</p>
+
+<p>“We’re going to take you up to Quebec and put
+you on trial for piracy!”</p>
+
+<p>“That’ll be fine!” Jule commented.</p>
+
+<p>The boys tried to smile and make light of the
+situation as the four men from the steamer boarded
+the <i>Rambler</i>, but they all understood that it was a
+very serious proposition that they were facing.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink04'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER IV—CONCERNING A LOST CHANNEL</a></h2>
+
+<p>The men from the steamer took possession of
+the <i>Rambler</i> impudently, acting like ignorant men
+clothed with small authority. The boys were
+ordered to the cabin and the door locked.</p>
+
+<p>“We left our manacles on board the Sybil,” one
+of the men announced, “or we’d rig you out with
+some of the King’s jewelry.”</p>
+
+<p>“We’ll overlook the slight for the present,” Case
+flared back, “but you be sure and bring the jewels
+at the first opportunity.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’ll get them quick enough,” snarled one of
+the men. “Three days ago we received notice that
+you were coming, and we’ve been watching for you
+ever since. You came along just in time to be nicely
+trapped.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you mean that you were watching for the
+<i>Rambler</i>?” asked Clay, lifting his voice in order
+that he might be heard through the glass panel of
+the door. “I’d like to have you tell me about
+that.”</p>
+
+<p>“No one knew the shape you would come in,”
+was the gruff reply. “We only knew that a band
+of pirates and wreckers who had been luring vessels
+on the rocks along the bay was preparing to
+visit the St. Lawrence. Perhaps you will tell me
+where you stole this fine boat?”</p>
+
+<p>“They must have a big foolish house in this
+province,” Alex taunted, “if all the King’s officers
+are as crazy in the cupola as you are.”</p>
+
+<p>“Let them alone,” urged Clay. “No use in talking
+to men of their stripe. Wait until we get to the
+captain of the steamer.”</p>
+
+<p>The sailors continued to question the boys, resorting
+now and then to insulting epithets, but the
+lads sat dumbly in the cabin until the arrival of
+Captain Morgan, in charge of the steamer Sybil.
+To express it mildly, they were all very much elated
+at the appearance of Captain Morgan, who unlocked
+the cabin door, called them out on deck and greeted
+them pleasantly. They all wanted to shake hands
+with him.</p>
+
+<p>“It seems,” Clay said to the captain, as the latter
+motioned to the sailors to move up to the prow,
+“that your men have captured a band of bold, bad
+men. It was a daring thing for them to do!”</p>
+
+<p>The captain laughed until his sides shook, and
+the men, gathered on the forward part of the deck,
+scowled fiercely, to which the captain paid no attention
+at all.</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps there is an excuse for the men,” Captain
+Morgan finally said, suppressing his laughter.
+“We heard firing as we came up the river, and
+wreckers are known to be about.”</p>
+
+<p>“If you have any doubt as to the presence of
+wreckers,” Clay explained, “just send your ruffians
+over on the island. The men who did most of the
+shooting are there. They may also be able to find
+the ashes of the signal fire the outlaws lighted.”</p>
+
+<p>“That will be good exercise for them,” Jule cut
+in, “and perhaps they won’t be so brave when they
+find they haven’t boys to deal with.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you mean to tell me that the wreckers are
+now on the island?” asked the captain. “If they
+are, we may yet be able to make a capture.”</p>
+
+<p>“They were on the island just before you came
+up,” Clay answered, “and I presume they are there
+yet. We’ll help you take them.”</p>
+
+<p>The captain laughed and looked critically at the
+slender, well-dressed youngsters, then his eyes
+turned to the white bulldog and the bear, now sniffing
+suspiciously at his legs.</p>
+
+<p>“It seems to me,” he said, “that I have heard of
+this outfit before! When I came aboard I thought
+I recognized the name of the <i>Rambler</i>. This menagerie
+of yours settles the point. You brought
+Captain Joe, the dog, from Para, on the Amazon
+and Teddy, the cub, from British Columbia.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’ve got it,” Alex cried, “but how did you
+come to know so much about us? We rather expected
+to get away from our damaged reputations
+up here,” he added with a wink and a grin.</p>
+
+<p>“You have long been famous in these parts,” the
+captain answered, “Ever since the <i>Rambler</i> came
+riding up to the Newfoundland coast on a flat car.
+It is a wonder that my men did not recognize you.”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t believe they can read,” laughed Alex.
+“Suppose you send them over on the island to see
+if they can recognize some of the outlaws.”</p>
+
+<p>One of the sailors approached Captain Morgan,
+saluted, and pointed to the narrow channel between
+the island and the mainland. The sun was now
+shining brightly in the sky, and the whole landscape
+lay bright under its strong and rosy light. Half
+way across the channel, its rays glinted on splashing
+oars, and from the shore came hoarse commands.</p>
+
+<p>“There are men leaving the island, sir,” the sailor
+said. “Perhaps we did get hold of the wrong fellows.”</p>
+
+<p>“I should think you did,” laughed the captain,
+“but there may be time to correct the error. Signal
+to the steamer for more men, and drift down
+in your boats. You may be able to capture some
+of those outlaws, and,” he added with a smile as
+the sailor turned away, “don’t forget that there is
+a reward offered for every one of them.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps we’d better go with the men,” suggested
+Case. “We aren’t anxious to get where
+there’s shooting going on, but we need the money.”</p>
+
+<p>“I prefer,” the captain replied, “that you come
+on board the Sybil with me. I’ll have the cook get
+up a fine breakfast, and you boys can tell me all
+about your river trips. I have always been interested
+in such journeys and have long planned to
+take one myself.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys readily agreed to this arrangement,
+Alex declaring that it would save the washing of
+at least one mess of dishes, and all were soon seated
+in the captain’s cosy room.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll wait here an hour,” Captain Morgan said,
+“to give my men a chance to gather in some of the
+rewards, but after that I must be on my way.
+We shall be late now, on account of this delay.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys briefly described their river trips on
+the Amazon, the Columbia, the Colorado and the
+Mississippi, and were rewarded with a breakfast
+which Alex admitted was almost as good as he
+could cook himself.</p>
+
+<p>“And now,” Clay said, as they all stood on the
+deck, watching the sailors returning empty-handed
+from their quest of the outlaws, “I wish you would
+tell me what all this rural free delivery business
+we’ve encountered means. We’ve been puzzling
+over it all night.”</p>
+
+<p>As he spoke he handed the first letter—the one
+delivered by the mysterious canoeist—to the captain,
+who smiled as he looked at it.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll tell you about that,” he said. “There is a
+man over in Quebec who claims that he owns about
+half of the province under a grant of land made to
+Jacques Cartier in 1541 by Francis I. of France.
+This grant, or charter, he claims, was confirmed to
+his family, the Fontenelles, in 1603 by Samuel de
+Champlain, who was sent to Canada by de Chaste,
+upon whom King Louis XIII. had generously bestowed
+about half of the new world.</p>
+
+<p>“Fontenelle claims that all the kings and presidents
+of France from 1541 down to the present
+time have confirmed this grant so far as certain
+mineral and timber properties are concerned. For
+years Fontenelle has been trying to gain possession
+of the original charter brought to this country by
+Cartier, but has never succeeded.”</p>
+
+<p>“Would he secure a large amount of property
+if he found it?” asked Alex. “How did it ever
+become lost?”</p>
+
+<p>“It disappeared from Cartier’s hands,” was the
+reply. “It is believed that the recovery of the
+original charter would make the Fontenelles very
+wealthy, especially as the family jewels, worth millions
+of francs, are said to have been lost with the
+important document.”</p>
+
+<p>“I think they had their nerve to send family
+jewels to America in 1541,” Case cut in. “Might
+have known they would be lost.”</p>
+
+<p>“You must remember,” Captain Morgan replied,
+“that for years during and following the reign of
+Francis I. the protestant persecutions kept France
+in a turmoil. It was hinted that the Fontenelles did
+not favor these persecutions and that the jewels
+were shipped to the new world for greater safety.
+What I am telling you now, remember, is only
+tradition, and not history. To be frank with you,
+I will say that I don’t believe it myself. It is too
+misty.”</p>
+
+<p>“It is interesting, anyway,” Clay declared, “and
+I’d like to hear more about it, but tell me this—why
+should the Fontenelles, or their agents, send this
+letter to us? And why should they send it, if at
+all, in so mysterious a manner?”</p>
+
+<p>“I have heard,” Captain Morgan replied, “that
+an expedition for the recovery of this original charter
+was being fitted out at Quebec. Your boat may
+have been mistaken for the one carrying the
+searchers.”</p>
+
+<p>“Searching in this wild country?” questioned
+Alex. “Where do they think this blooming charter
+is, I’d like to know?”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Morgan took the crude map into his
+hands and pointed to an egg-shaped peninsula reaching
+out into the St. Lawrence between the mouths
+of two rivers.</p>
+
+<p>“There is said to be a lost channel somewhere in
+that vicinity,” he said, “and tradition has it that
+the papers and the jewels were hidden on its shore.
+The searchers, for years, have been in the hope of
+finding this lost channel. They have never succeeded.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then we’re almost on the ground,” cried Jule.
+“Where do we go to reach this peninsula? We
+might be lucky enough to find this channel.”</p>
+
+<p>“It doesn’t exist,” smiled Captain Morgan.
+“Every inch of that country has been gone over
+with a microscope, almost, and there is no lost
+channel there. At least, it can’t be found.”</p>
+
+<p>“There is one on the map, anyway,” Alex observed.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Clay laughed, “we have been mixed up
+with some one else’s affairs on every one of our
+river trips, and we may as well keep up the record,
+so I propose that we spend a few days looking for
+this lost charter and these family jewels.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys all agreed to the proposition, and even
+Captain Morgan seemed to gain enthusiasm as they
+talked over their plans.</p>
+
+<p>“I wouldn’t mind being with you,” the captain
+said, “but of course, I can’t go. However, if you
+keep on across the river, straight to the north, you’ll
+come to the egg-shaped peninsula. Keep to the right
+of it, and you’ll enter a broad river. This map
+shows you where the lost channel is claimed to have
+existed. Go to it, kids, and good luck go with
+you!”</p>
+
+<p>“Now then that point is settled,” Clay smiled,
+taking the second letter from his pocket, “tell us
+what this means.”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Morgan looked over the paper carefully
+before making any reply. His face clouded and an
+expression of anger came to his eyes.</p>
+
+<p>“The fact of the matter is,” he said, “that for
+two hundred years the Fontenelles have met with
+opposition in their search for the lost channel.
+Some of the land claimed under the charter is now
+held by innocent purchasers who believe their title
+to be perfect.</p>
+
+<p>“There is no doubt that such might come to a
+fair understanding with the Fontenelles if the charter
+should ever be found, but it is alleged that an
+association has been formed by the wealthier persons
+who are interested to defeat any attempt made
+to discover the charter. They claim, of course, that
+with the charter in their possession the Fontenelles
+would be able to make their own exorbitant terms.”</p>
+
+<p>“I knew it!” Alex cried. “We are in between
+two hostile interests again! It always happens that
+way. But we like it!”</p>
+
+<p>“I have been thinking,” Captain Morgan went
+on, “that the men who attempted to wreck the
+<i>Rambler</i> are not river pirates at all, but men sent
+here to obstruct, as far as possible, those in search
+of the lost channel. It certainly looks that way.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Clay remarked, “they haven’t got any
+motor boat, and we’ve got one that can almost beat
+the sun around the earth, so we’ll just run away
+from them. In an hour after you leave here, we’ll
+be in the east river looking for the channel which
+is said to have connected it in past years with the
+one paralleling it on the west.”</p>
+
+<p>The sailors who had been searching now reported
+to the captain that no strangers had been seen by
+them on the island, and it was agreed that the outlaws,
+whether wreckers or men employed to obstruct
+the search for the lost channel, had taken
+to the south shore. Captain Morgan shook the
+boys warmly by the hand as they parted.</p>
+
+<p>“If you say any more about your plans,” he said,
+“I’ll be going with you. Already I can sense the
+smoke of your campfire, and smell the odor of the
+summer woods. There are fine fish up in those
+rivers, boys, great shiny, gamy things that fight
+like the dickens in the stream and melt like butter
+in the mouth.”</p>
+
+<p>“We’ll send you out some,” promised Clay, and
+the steamer’s boat carried the boys back to the
+<i>Rambler</i>.</p>
+
+<p>The needed repairs were soon accomplished, and
+when night fell the motor boat lay under a roof of
+leaves in a deep cove on one of the rivers behind
+the egg-shaped peninsula. Just above the anchorage
+the water tumbled, from a high ledge. The boys
+had no idea of remaining on board that night, so
+they built a roaring campfire on shore and stretched
+hammocks from the trees.</p>
+
+<p>“Right here,” Clay said as the moon rose, “right
+about where we are sitting, there may be a lost
+channel!”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s all right,” grinned Alex, “but I don’t
+see myself getting very wet sitting on it.”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t blame any old channel for getting lost
+in this wild country,” Case contributed. “We’ll be
+lucky if we don’t get lost ourselves. Hear the owls
+laughing at us!”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ve been listening to the owls,” Clay said, “and
+I have concluded that they are fake owls. If you’ll
+listen, you will hear signals.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys listened for a long time, and then above
+the rush of the river and the murmur of the leaves
+in the wind, came a long, low call which seemed to
+them to be a very bad imitation of owl talk.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink05'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER V—TEDDY GIVES AN EXHIBITION</a></h2>
+
+<p>“There is one sure thing,” Clay said, as the boys
+listened, “and that is that we have got to watch the
+<i>Rambler</i> to-night. I propose that we take down
+the hammocks and go back to our bunks.”</p>
+
+<p>“It’s a shame to sleep in that little cabin,” Alex
+protested, “when we’ve got the whole wide world
+to snore in. Suppose you boys remain here on
+shore, and let me stand guard on the boat.”</p>
+
+<p>“That will be nice!” Jule laughed. “Alex
+always gets his soundest sleep when he’s on guard.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t you worry about me,” Alex said, “I’ll
+keep awake, all right. Besides, I want to hear the
+owls talk.”</p>
+
+<p>“I think we would better all go back to the <i>Rambler</i>,”
+Clay advised. “We can anchor her farther
+out in the stream, leave one on guard, and so pass
+a quiet night. It looks risky to leave the boat where
+she is.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps that’s what we ought to do,” Alex
+agreed, giving Jule a nudge in the ribs with his
+elbow. “Who’s going to stand watch?”</p>
+
+<p>“I will,” Case offered. “I’ll sit up until daylight,
+and then you boys can get up and catch fish
+for breakfast.”</p>
+
+<p>“I want a fish for breakfast two feet long,”
+Alex declared. “I’ll catch it and cook it in Indian
+style. That will be fine!”</p>
+
+<p>“How do you cook fish a la Indian?” asked
+Case.</p>
+
+<p>“Aw, you know,” Alex replied. “First, you
+get your fish; then you dig a deep hole in the ground
+and fill it full of stones. Then you build a roaring
+fire on the stones. Then you wrap your fish up
+in leaves and put it on the hot stones and cover it
+up. Then, if you want it to cook quick, you must
+build a fire on top. They sell fish cooked in that
+way at two dollars an order in Chicago.”</p>
+
+<p>“Cook it any way you want to,” Clay said, “only
+don’t muff it the way Case does when he tries to
+make biscuits. We’ll be hungry.”</p>
+
+<p>Taking down the hammocks, the boys moved back
+to the <i>Rambler</i>. Clay, Alex, and Jule, after listening
+in vain for a time for more signals from the
+woods, finally went to their bunks, leaving Case
+sitting on the deck, across which a great tree on the
+east bank threw a long blur of shade.</p>
+
+<p>Clay and Jule were soon sound asleep, but Alex
+lay awake listening. There was a notion at the
+back of his brain that the signals heard had been
+treated too lightly. He knew that Clay, always
+active and ready for any emergency, considered the
+party secure in midstream, but he was by no means
+satisfied that the best steps for the protection of
+the boat had been taken.</p>
+
+<p>After a time he arose, dressed himself, and softly
+slipped out on deck, leaving the rest sleeping in the
+cabin.</p>
+
+<p>“It isn’t morning yet,” Case said, speaking out
+of the shadow. “Why don’t you go back to bed?
+You’ll be sleepy to-morrow.”</p>
+
+<p>“Have you heard any more owl talk?” asked
+Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“Not a line,” replied Case. “Go on back to
+bed.”</p>
+
+<p>Alex did go back to bed, but could not sleep.
+Presently the long-expected owl-call came from
+the north, and then Teddy rubbed his soft nose
+against the boy’s hand.</p>
+
+<p>“What do you want, old man?” whispered Alex.
+“Does that hooting warn you of danger, too?”</p>
+
+<p>The cub put his paws upon the edge of the bunk
+and tried to answer in bear talk that it did.</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” Alex said, “I’ll just go out and see
+about it.”</p>
+
+<p>When he reached the deck for the second time,
+Case stood at the gunwale listening. The call came
+again from the woods.</p>
+
+<p>“Now you hear it, don’t you?” asked Alex,
+scornfully. “I reckon you fellows would sit around
+here and let those wops carry off the boat.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, haven’t they got to show up before we
+can do anything to them?” asked Case reproachfully.
+“I guess they have.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’d like to know what they are doing,” Alex
+wondered, “and I just believe I could sneak out
+and learn something about it. It makes me nervous,
+waiting here for them to get in the first blow.”</p>
+
+<p>“If I had a house and lot for every time you’ve
+been lost on our river trips,” Case grinned, “I’d
+own the biggest city in the world. You go back to
+bed, or I’ll get Clay out here to tie you up.”</p>
+
+<p>Teddy now came sniffing where the two boys
+stood, and, lifting his paws to the gunwale, looked
+over in the forest.</p>
+
+<p>“See that!” Alex exclaimed. “Even the bear
+knows there is something wrong on! If you’ll keep
+that twirler of yours still for a little while, I’ll go
+and see what it is.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’re the wise little sleuth!” Case declared.
+“Go on back to bed and dream that you’re Nick of
+the Woods.”</p>
+
+<p>“Tell you what,” Alex said, “we’ll tie a line to
+the rowboat, and I’ll row ashore, then you pull the
+boat back, and I’ll creep out in the thicket and see
+what I can discover. I believe those outlaws will
+gather around the campfire. Anyway, they’re
+foolish if they don’t.”</p>
+
+<p>“If you take my advice,” Case said, “you won’t
+go, but if you insist on it, I’ll draw the boat back,
+for our own protection.”</p>
+
+<p>Very reluctantly, then, Case assisted in getting
+the boat into the river, found a long line to attach
+to the prow, and helped the boy away on his journey.
+He felt guilty for aiding in the adventure.</p>
+
+<p>Alex landed in a thicket almost straight west of
+the <i>Rambler</i>, and at once secreted himself. No signals
+had been heard for some moments, and the boy
+believed that he had reached the shore without attracting
+attention. Case drew the boat back and
+sat waiting.</p>
+
+<p>Alex remained perfectly still in his hiding-place
+for some moments. There was only the noises of
+river and forest. To the west, the embers of the
+campfire made a faint red glow in the moonlight.</p>
+
+<p>Just as the boy was about to move out of the
+thicket, he heard a heavy splash in the river, followed
+by words of command and entreaty from
+Case. The splashing continued, and presently the
+bushes at the edge of the stream were moved by an
+entering body.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s Captain Joe!” thought Alex. “He’s
+always ready for a run in the woods. I suppose I
+ought to send him back.”</p>
+
+<p>But it was not Captain Joe that thrust a wet nose
+into Alex’s hand. It was Teddy, the bear cub, and
+his greeting was so friendly and sincere that all
+thoughts of sending him back to the boat vanished
+from the boy’s mind. Teddy shook the water from
+his coat like a great dog, and cuddled up to the boy
+as if thanking him.</p>
+
+<p>“You’re a runaway bear,” Alex whispered to
+the cub, “and I ought to send you back, but I’ll
+just see if you know how to behave in the kind of
+society I am going to mix with. Will you be
+good?”</p>
+
+<p>Teddy declared in his best bear talk that he would
+be good, and the boy and the cub lay in the thicket,
+still listening, for a long time before moving. Then
+Alex crept toward the campfire.</p>
+
+<p>When he came to a considerable rise in the center
+of the ground between the two streams, he found
+that the ground was broken and rocky. It seemed
+to him that a great crag had formerly risen where
+he stood, and that some distant convulsion of nature
+had shattered it.</p>
+
+<p>To the south, between the rivers and at no great
+distance from the egg-shaped peninsula, ran a long,
+rocky ridge. Making his way to this, he secreted
+himself in the shadow of a boulder and settled down
+to watch and listen.</p>
+
+<p>After a time Teddy grew impatient at the inactivity
+thus forced upon him, and began moving restlessly
+about.</p>
+
+<p>“Bear!” warned Alex, “if you make any more
+racket here, I’ll send you back to the boat. We’re
+supposed to be sleuthing!”</p>
+
+<p>Teddy evidently did not like the idea of being
+sent back to the boat, or of keeping still either, so
+he almost immediately disappeared, notwithstanding
+Alex’s efforts to detain him by main force. The
+boy called to him in vain.</p>
+
+<p>“Now,” thought Alex, “the cub has gone and
+done it! He’ll thrash around in the woods and scare
+my outlaws away. I wish I had tied him up on
+the boat. I might have known he would make
+trouble.”</p>
+
+<p>The boy waited a long time, but the cub did not
+return. Now and then he could hear him moving
+about in the thicket.</p>
+
+<p>“He’s just laughing in his sleeve at me!” complained
+the boy. “I wish I had hold of him!”</p>
+
+<p>Directly a sound other than that made by the
+bear came to the ears of the listening boy. Some
+one was creeping towards his shelter. He could
+see no one, for the shadows were thick at the
+point from which the sounds proceeded, but presently,
+he heard a voice.</p>
+
+<p>“They went back to the boat,” some one said
+gruffly.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s all the better for us,” another spoke.</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know about that,” the first speaker
+said.</p>
+
+<p>“Why, we’ll just cut her out and take boys and
+boat and all.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s easier said than done,” was the reply.
+“Those boys are no spring chickens. They have
+guns and they know how to use them.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” the other chided, “it isn’t my fault that
+they went back to the boat. If you hadn’t been
+giving your confounded signals, they would have
+slept by the fire and everything would have been
+easy.”</p>
+
+<p>Alex listened with his heart beating anxiously.
+There was no longer any doubt that the right construction
+had been placed on the signals which had
+been heard. The outlaws who had attacked them in
+the cove were now on the peninsula, ready to make
+trouble.</p>
+
+<p>While the boy listened for further conversation,
+a rustling in the thicket at the base of the cliff told
+him that Teddy, the cub, was still in that vicinity.
+He chuckled at the thought which came to him.</p>
+
+<p>“I wish I had the little rascal here,” he mused.
+“I think he might be able to do something in the
+line of giving those fellows exercise! I wish I
+could get over to him.”</p>
+
+<p>The boy started in the direction of the sound,
+but paused when he heard one of the men saying:</p>
+
+<p>“Where are the others?”</p>
+
+<p>“Down on the river shore,” was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>“Then what is all that noise?” demanded the
+other.</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t hear any noise,” was the surly reply.</p>
+
+<p>“There is some one moving in the bushes.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then it must be one of the boys,” Alex heard,
+“and I think we had better investigate. It would
+be luck to catch one of them.”</p>
+
+<p>“It wouldn’t be any luck for me to be caught,”
+thought Alex, “and so I’ll just make a sneak back
+to the boat. I’ve learned all I wanted to know,
+anyway.”</p>
+
+<p>He started away, but almost at his first motion a
+stone became detached from the ledge at his side
+and went thundering down toward the spot from
+which the voices had proceeded.</p>
+
+<p>“There!” one of the men cried, “I told you there
+was some one here.”</p>
+
+<p>Together the men immediately rushed to the
+spot where Alex lay hidden. They rustled through
+the bushes without any attempt at concealment,
+scrambling up the acclivity with the use of both
+hands and feet.</p>
+
+<p>As they advanced another rustling came from the
+left, and Alex saw Teddy on the way back to his
+side. The moon, creeping farther to the south,
+found an opening in the dense foliage above the
+ledge, and threw a long shaft of light upon the
+exact spot where Alex lay, revolver in hand, waiting
+for the expected attack.</p>
+
+<p>He moved out of this natural limelight hastily,
+but as he did so another figure entered it. Advancing
+swiftly, the men who had discovered the
+location of the boy, saw him disappear and saw the
+new figure which came upon the scene. They
+stopped instantly.</p>
+
+<p>To their excited imaginations Teddy, standing
+somewhat above their heads, seemed to be at least
+nine feet high! Evidently trying to propitiate
+Alex for running away from him, the cub set
+about practicing all the stunts the boys had been
+teaching him for months.</p>
+
+<p>Standing upon his hind legs, he extended his
+paws in a boxing attitude and pranced about, as he
+had been taught to do, in all the attitudes of the
+prize ring. The hair on his neck and back seemed
+to bristle with anger. His little round eyes, bright
+in the moonlight, twinkled viciously!</p>
+
+<p>The men who were watching this trained exhibition,
+held their breaths in terror. They expected
+to be attacked by the animal immediately. Directly,
+they began backing slowly away. Then
+Teddy broke into his pet amusement, a whirling
+half-dance and they turned and ran, stumbling
+down the declivity, brushing through the briars
+and clinging vines of the thicket, and finally disappearing
+in the shadows farther upstream!</p>
+
+<p>It did not take Alex long to find his way to the
+cub.</p>
+
+<p>“You certainly are enough to scare the life out
+of a stranger,” he said, addressing the bear. “If
+you don’t mind, now, we’ll go back to the boat.
+We’ve got news for the boys, at any rate.”</p>
+
+<p>But Teddy was not inclined to go back to the
+close cabin. He wanted a longer run in the woods.
+Before Alex could seize the collar which had been
+placed about his neck, he was away again. Alex
+pursued him for some distance, and then turned
+back toward the boat.</p>
+
+<p>When he reached the shore and called softly to
+Case to row the boat over to him, there was no
+answer from the craft, as the rush of the river
+drowned his voice, but a most unexpected one
+came from the shore back of him. He turned
+quickly to see the barrel of a gun shining in the
+moonlight. He reached for his own weapon, but
+a hand caught his wrist and held it, as if in a grasp
+of iron.</p>
+
+<p>“All right, kid,” a harsh voice said, “if they
+don’t want you on your boat, we’ll give you a home
+on ours. We’ve got the snuggest little craft upstream
+you ever saw. You’re welcome to it, only it
+may be dangerous for you to try to get away or
+make any noise!”</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink06'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER VI—CAPTAIN JOE TAKES A PRISONER</a></h2>
+
+<p>Case waited patiently a long time for the return
+of his chum. When it came near midnight he decided
+to awaken Clay and inform him of the situation.
+The latter was out of his bed instantly.</p>
+
+<p>“He shouldn’t have gone,” the boy said, anxiously.
+“There is no doubt that he is in trouble of
+some kind. I’m sorry for this!”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, he would go,” Case urged, “and he
+promised to go only to the shore and look around.
+Just after he left, Teddy splashed off the boat and
+ran into the thicket. I presume the two are together.”</p>
+
+<p>“Of course they’re together,” said Clay, “That
+is, if Teddy hasn’t been discovered and shot. That
+is likely to happen.”</p>
+
+<p>“What shall we do?” asked Case anxiously.</p>
+
+<p>“It isn’t much use to go into the thicket after
+him,” Clay decided. “There is plenty of moonlight
+here, it is true, but the foliage must make it
+very dark in the forest. It would be like looking
+for a special pebble on the beach to try to find him
+now. We’ll have to wait.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps Teddy will come and bring us news,”
+suggested Case. “I have known him to do such
+things. He’s a wise little bear.”</p>
+
+<p>There was no more sleep on board the <i>Rambler</i>
+that night. With the first flush of dawn Clay and
+Jule were abroad in the forest, leaving Case on
+watch. Although they searched patiently for a
+long time, no trace of the missing boy could be
+discovered.</p>
+
+<p>Here and there were tracks which must have
+been made by Teddy, but it was not certain that the
+two had been together. After a time the boys returned
+to the bank of the river just above the location
+of the <i>Rambler</i>. There they found where a
+boat had been drawn up to the bank.</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t see how they ever got a boat by us,”
+Clay argued, “but they certainly did, for they
+couldn’t have got here first. They must have
+sneaked up the east shore in the shadows and
+landed above the <i>Rambler</i>. Are you sure that no
+boat passed down after Alex left?” he asked of
+Case. “One might have drifted down without
+making much noise.”</p>
+
+<p>“I was awake every minute of the time,” Case
+insisted, “and no boat passed down. When the
+moon swung around to the south, the whole river
+was illuminated. I would have seen any craft that
+passed.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then it is certain that the intruders are still
+up river, perhaps above the falls, and I am afraid
+that Alex is where they are. That little rascal is
+always getting lost! He should have remained on
+board.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, he gets lost,” admitted Case, loyally,
+“but he always comes out on top in the end. There
+wouldn’t be any fun if Alex and Teddy were not
+always getting into trouble. It sort of keeps things
+moving!”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Clay concluded, “the place to look for
+the boy is, as I said before, upstream. Now, the
+question is, shall we take the <i>Rambler</i> up?”</p>
+
+<p>“I am afraid the motors would declare our presence,”
+Case observed, speaking from the deck of
+the boat, “and, besides, we couldn’t go very far on
+account of the falls, so, perhaps, we would better
+go up as far as we can in the rowboat, making as
+little noise as possible.”</p>
+
+<p>“And what’s the matter with putting Captain
+Joe on shore?” asked Jule. “He may be able to
+point out the spot where the men left the river.
+Anyhow, it won’t do any harm to try.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s a good idea,” declared Clay, “and I’ll
+go along with him.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m afraid you’ll find it pretty rough walking
+along that bank,” Case suggested, “for the country
+is rocky and leads up to the plateau above the
+falls, and small streams may run in from the peninsula.
+You might have to swim when you wasn’t
+climbing hills.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll try it a short distance, anyway,” Clay answered,
+“and you, Case, remain on board and let
+Jule row up in the boat.”</p>
+
+<p>This arrangement was carried out, and in a short
+time, the little boat was moving upstream, with
+Jule pulling cautiously at the oars. Clay found
+the bank a difficult one to ascend. He was obliged
+to wade through small creeks and climb rocky
+heights, but he kept steadily on his way, with Captain
+Joe at his heels.</p>
+
+<p>At last, they came to a creek which ran into the
+river at the foot of the falls. On the south side of
+this creek, for some distance in, was a level, grassy
+plateau, and here Captain Joe picked up the scent
+they were looking for. The south bank showed
+that a boat had recently been drawn up there.</p>
+
+<p>Disregarding, for the time being, all commands
+from the boy, the dog raced up the small stream,
+and finally disappeared in a thicket.</p>
+
+<p>Clay hesitated, undecided as to whether he
+ought to follow the dog at once or return to notify
+Jule of his discovery and secure his assistance.</p>
+
+<p>He had already lost sight of the dog, so he concluded
+that he might as well return to Jule. This
+he did, and in a short time, the boat was anchored
+at the mouth of the creek, and the boys were pressing
+on into the thicket. Captain Joe was nowhere
+in sight.</p>
+
+<p>“They certainly are on this side of the creek,”
+Clay reasoned, “for they couldn’t very well make
+progress on the other side unless they traveled in
+an aeroplane.”</p>
+
+<p>There were no tracks to follow, no indications
+of any one having passed that way recently, but the
+boys kept pluckily on, listening now and then for
+some sign from the dog.</p>
+
+<p>“If he finds Alex,” Jule declared, “he’ll make
+a note of it, and we’ll hear a racket fit to wake the
+dead.”</p>
+
+<p>“And that will warn the outlaws of our approach,”
+said Clay in a discouraged tone of voice.
+“Perhaps we did wrong to bring the dog.”</p>
+
+<p>“You may be sure Captain Joe will give a good
+account of himself,” Jule said confidently. “He
+may make a racket, but it’s dollars to apples that
+they won’t catch him.”</p>
+
+<p>In a short time the clamor the boys had been expecting
+came from the forest beyond. Captain Joe
+was barking and growling and, judging from the
+commotion in the copse, was evidently threshing
+about.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s a scrap,” Jule declared. “Perhaps he
+has caught one of the men. If he has, I hope he’s
+got him by the throat.”</p>
+
+<p>Pressing into the interior of the forest, the level
+grassy plateau having long since disappeared, the
+boys finally came to a small cleared glade and discovered
+the cause of Captain Joe’s enthusiasm.</p>
+
+<p>Teddy, the cub, was standing with his back to
+the hole of a giant tree inviting the dog to a boxing
+match. Captain Joe’s clamor indicated only delight
+at the meeting with his friend.</p>
+
+<p>Before showing themselves in the glade, the
+boys looked in every direction for some indication
+of the outlaws, but there was no sign of human
+life anywhere near them. No noise, save the cries
+of the creatures of the air and the jungle.</p>
+
+<p>“You’re a fine old scout, Captain Joe,” whispered
+Clay as he finally advanced into the glade.
+“You notify everybody within a mile of us as to
+our location, but you don’t do a thing to help us
+find Alex.”</p>
+
+<p>At mention of the lost boy’s name, Teddy
+dropped down from his antagonistic attitude, and,
+thrusting a soft muzzle against Clay’s hand, moved
+away to the west.</p>
+
+<p>“The cub has more sense than the dog,” Jule
+exclaimed. “Captain Joe makes a noise, and
+Teddy does the piloting. Do you suppose he knows
+where Alex is?” he added.</p>
+
+<p>“It seems to me that he is trying to tell us something,”
+Clay replied. “Anyway, we may as well
+follow him.”</p>
+
+<p>Teddy, who was an especial favorite of Alex’s,
+and never lost an opportunity of following him
+about, appeared to know exactly where he was
+going, for he maintained a steady pace for half an
+hour or more, keeping to the south shore of the
+creek for a time and then crossing on a fallen tree
+to the opposite bank.</p>
+
+<p>“Now,” said Clay, “we ought not to follow
+close behind the cub. He makes as much noise as
+a freight train going up a steep grade, and we’ll be
+sure to be seen if the outlaws are anywhere about.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps he will go on alone,” Jule suggested.</p>
+
+<p>“In that case, we can skirt his track and remain
+hidden. That ought not to be very difficult in this
+broken country.”</p>
+
+<p>Teddy turned about with an inquiring glance as
+the boys left his side, but soon proceeded on his
+course. Fearful that Captain Joe would indulge
+in another demonstration of some kind, the boys
+kept him with them, Jule keeping a close hold on
+his collar.</p>
+
+<p>“This doesn’t seem much like a river trip to
+me,” Jule grinned as they passed over rocks,
+sneaked through miniature canyons and threaded
+thickets alive with briers and clinging vines.
+“Seems more like an overland expedition to the
+north star.”</p>
+
+<p>“There is one compensation,” Clay added humorously.
+“Alex will get good and hungry—and
+serve him right at that.”</p>
+
+<p>“Huh!” Jule declared, “Alex is always hungry
+anyway.”</p>
+
+<p>Teddy now quickened his pace so that the boys
+had great difficulty in following him. He ran with
+his nose to the rough ground, his short ears tipped
+forward, for all the world like a hound on a scent.</p>
+
+<p>“Look at the beast!” Jule laughed. “Acts like
+he was a hound after foxes. That’s some bear,
+Clay.”</p>
+
+<p>“So far as I know,” Clay answered, “he’s the
+only cub that ever did a stunt like that. Still, he’s
+only exhibiting the advantages of an early education,
+for he has long been trained to follow us.”</p>
+
+<p>After a short time the boys, advancing up a
+ledge and then into a little gully, came upon Teddy
+lying flat on the ground, his nose pointing straight
+ahead. When they came to him Captain Joe
+pulled fiercely to get away, his nose pointing
+straight to the north.</p>
+
+<p>“I guess,” Jule panted, holding to the dog with
+all his strength, “that they have located Alex. If
+you’ll take charge of this obstreperous animal for
+a while, I’ll sneak ahead and have a look.”</p>
+
+<p>Clay finally succeeded in quieting the dog, and
+Jule pushed on up the gully. At the very end,
+where the depression terminated in a wall of rock,
+he saw a faint column of smoke. A closer approach
+revealed a small fire of dry sticks with
+something cooking in a tin pail over the coals.</p>
+
+<p>Jule stopped and considered the situation seriously.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, I wonder,” he thought, “why Teddy
+didn’t make a fool of himself by rushing right up
+to Alex. I don’t believe he’s scared of the men,
+and, to tell the truth, I don’t see any men to be
+frightened at. Alex seems to be there alone.
+Wonder why he doesn’t run.”</p>
+
+<p>The reason why Alex didn’t run was disclosed
+in a moment. The boy’s hands were tightly bound
+across his breast and a strong rope encircled his
+ankles. For a moment there was no one in sight
+save the boy, then a roughly dressed man came
+into view carrying an armful of dry wood for the
+fire. Jule heard both the dog and the cub protesting
+at being kept away from the fellow, and saw
+the man turn sharply about.</p>
+
+<p>Then there came another revelation. With
+bound arms swinging out, and bound feet kicking
+violently, Alex was ordering the two animals
+away. Well trained as they were, they protested
+while they obeyed.</p>
+
+<p>“Is that that bear of yours, again?” Jule heard
+the man asking. “If I wasn’t afraid of attracting
+attention, I’d put a bullet into him. Call him up
+here and keep him quiet while I gather more dry
+wood. The boys will be here in an hour or so and
+will want breakfast.”</p>
+
+<p>“That settles it,” whispered Jule. “If the boys
+are so far away that they won’t be back in an hour
+or more, they won’t find any cook when they return.
+If I have my way, the cook will be tied up.”</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” Alex said in reply to the fellow’s
+order, “I’ll call him up and keep him quiet after
+you go away. He’s been used to polite society and
+doesn’t like you!”</p>
+
+<p>The man snarled out some surly reply and disappeared.
+Jule was at his chum’s side in a moment.
+The ropes were cut, and the two boys were
+speeding back to where Clay had been left.</p>
+
+<p>There was a little scene of congratulation, and
+then Captain Joe, growling fiercely, leaped forward.
+The man who had gone in search of wood
+must have heard the noisy greetings of the boys,
+for he came running back to the fire. The boys
+saw him throw a hand back for a weapon, heard
+an exclamation of anger, and knew that the dog
+was springing at his throat.</p>
+
+<p>The struggle was a short one, for the man who
+had been attacked had not succeeded in reaching his
+revolver. When the boys reached the scene the
+man was black in the face and the dog was shaking
+him viciously by the neck.</p>
+
+<p>“Captain Joe seems to know who his friends
+are!” Alex shouted.</p>
+
+<p>“If we don’t break his hold in a minute, the
+man will be dead,” Jule exclaimed, dancing excitedly
+about, “and we’re not out to commit murder.”</p>
+
+<p>When the clutch of the dog was finally released,
+the man lay back, panting, on the ground. An examination
+of his injury showed that it was not
+serious, his throat having been compressed rather
+than torn.</p>
+
+<p>In a moment the man sat up and glared about
+with murder in his protruding eyes. Seeing the
+dog still watching him, he gave him a vicious kick
+and came near inviting a repetition of the attack.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll kill that dog!” he shouted.</p>
+
+<p>“No, you won’t!” laughed Alex. “We’re going
+to take that dog out of this blooming country.
+We’re going to tie you up so you won’t over-exert
+yourself while in your present weakened condition,
+and streak it for the motor boat. We’ve had
+enough of this blooming election precinct.”</p>
+
+<p>This program was carried out so far as moving
+back toward the motor boat was concerned, but
+when, after a long, hard journey, they came to
+the place in the river where the <i>Rambler</i> had been
+left, it was nowhere to be seen. Satisfied that Case
+had not proceeded up the river—the falls would
+have prevented a long run up—they all entered the
+rowboat and passed on down toward the St. Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>“Talk about getting lost!” grinned Alex.
+“Case has gone and lost the boat!”</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink07'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER VII—CASE HAS HIS DOUBTS</a></h2>
+
+<p>As may well be imagined, Case was waiting impatiently
+on board the <i>Rambler</i> while the events
+described in the last chapter were taking place in
+the forest. It is one thing to face a desperate situation
+in the company of helpful friends. It is
+quite another to consider a grave peril alone, especially
+when chums are in danger.</p>
+
+<p>Several hours passed, and Case heard nothing
+from the wanderers in the forest. Then an unexpected
+visitor arrived. The boy saw an Indian
+canoe paddled swiftly up the river.</p>
+
+<p>He had not had a good chance to observe the
+visitor who had cut the cable, thus bring about the
+meeting with the steamer people, but it was his
+opinion that the canoeist was none other than the
+boy who had given his name as Max Michel. He
+anxiously awaited the arrival of the craft.</p>
+
+<p>“If that is Max,” he thought, “he certainly has
+a well-developed nerve to come back to the <i>Rambler</i>
+after doing what he did.”</p>
+
+<p>In a short time the canoe, coming steadily upstream,
+touched the hull of the motor boat, and
+its occupant clambered alertly to the deck. Case
+stood for a moment regarding him with disapproval,
+no welcome at all in his face. The boy approached
+with a confident smile.</p>
+
+<p>“What are you doing here?” demanded Case.</p>
+
+<p>“I came,” was the quick reply, “because I have
+news which may interest you. I know you have
+good reason to doubt my friendship, but I hope
+you will listen to me. It will be in your interest to
+do so.”</p>
+
+<p>“News of my friends?” asked Case quickly,
+forgetting in the impulse of the moment that the
+boy’s information was more than likely to be misleading.
+“Have you seen any of the boys to-day?”</p>
+
+<p>“No,” was the slow reply, “but I have heard
+from them. They crossed the peninsula early this
+morning, were lured into a boat passing down a
+parallel stream, and must now be somewhere on or
+near the St. Lawrence.”</p>
+
+<p>“How do you know all this?” demanded Case
+half-angrily.</p>
+
+<p>“Ever since the night I cut your cable,” Max
+began, “I have been more than ashamed of myself.
+I was ordered to do the work, and believed that
+there was nothing else for me to do except to obey.
+I was not far from St. Luce yesterday when you
+boys went aboard the <i>Sybil</i>. The steamer touched
+at St. Luce and I afterwards heard the captain
+telling a friend of meeting you. Then I decided to
+return to you, if you were still in this vicinity.”</p>
+
+<p>“And so you come here and tell me a fairy tale
+about my chums?” Case exclaimed. “You don’t
+expect me to believe a word you say, do you?”</p>
+
+<p>“And yet it is the truth,” Max insisted. “I was
+up this morning early, paddling across the St. Lawrence,
+for I knew from the Captain’s conversation
+that you were over here. Not long ago I came
+upon a boat leaving the river to the west. From
+the man who was rowing, I learned that your
+friends had been attacked and captured.”</p>
+
+<p>Case still doubted. He did not like the look in
+the eyes of the boy. He remembered the treacherous
+act which had sent the disabled <i>Rambler</i> drifting
+down the St. Lawrence. He thought fast for
+a moment and then asked abruptly:</p>
+
+<p>“Will you tell me what your interest is in this
+matter?”</p>
+
+<p>“What do you mean by that?”</p>
+
+<p>“Why did you cut our cable?”</p>
+
+<p>The boy hesitated a moment, glanced casually
+over the west bank of the stream and then lowered
+his eyes to the deck.</p>
+
+<p>“I was ordered to do so,” he said in a moment.</p>
+
+<p>“Ordered to disable our motors and cut our
+cable?” demanded Case indignantly. “Don’t you
+know that you might have been the cause of our
+death? Is everything you have told me to-day
+just as true as the fairy tales you told us that
+night? You may as well be frank.”</p>
+
+<p>Again the boy hesitated. To Case it seemed that
+he was listening for some sound or signal from the
+shore.</p>
+
+<p>“Will you tell me,” continued Case, “who it
+was that ordered you to cut our cable and disable
+our motors?”</p>
+
+<p>The boy shook his head. His manner was now
+anxious and uneasy, and Case turned his own eyes
+toward the shore which was being watched so
+closely.</p>
+
+<p>“I can’t give you the name of my employers,”
+the boy finally said.</p>
+
+<p>“Then tell me this,” insisted Case. “Why did
+the men who ordered you to do the work want it
+done?”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know,” was the brief reply.</p>
+
+<p>“I presume,” Case went on, “that you would
+have destroyed the <i>Rambler</i> with a stick of dynamite
+if you had been told to do so.”</p>
+
+<p>“I wouldn’t have committed murder,” was the
+quick reply.</p>
+
+<p>“Now let us get back to your story of to-day,”
+Case said. “Who was it that told you of the capture
+of my chums?”</p>
+
+<p>“I can’t tell you that.”</p>
+
+<p>“Was it one of your employers?”</p>
+
+<p>“It was not.”</p>
+
+<p>“Was it a man with whom you are acquainted?”
+asked Case.</p>
+
+<p>“I never saw him until to-day,” he replied.</p>
+
+<p>“How did he come to speak to you of the boys
+at all?”</p>
+
+<p>“He mentioned that he had seen three boys evidently
+under a restraint in a boat with three men
+farther up the stream.”</p>
+
+<p>“So the boat held three men and three boys?
+Anyone else?”</p>
+
+<p>“He did not mention any one else.”</p>
+
+<p>“And the six people were the sole occupants of
+the boat, were they?”</p>
+
+<p>“That is what the man told me.”</p>
+
+<p>“Before you concocted this story,” Case declared
+scornfully, “you ought to have jogged your
+memory a trifle. You saw Captain Joe and Teddy
+on board the <i>Rambler</i> the night you cut our cable.
+Why didn’t you add to your story and say that
+the dog and the bear were with the three boys?”</p>
+
+<p>“The man I saw said nothing to me about the
+dog and the bear,” Max insisted stubbornly. “I
+had only a moment’s talk with him.”</p>
+
+<p>“And then you came directly to the <i>Rambler</i> to
+tell me of the incident?”</p>
+
+<p>“I came directly to the spot where I believed the
+<i>Rambler</i> would be,” was the answer. “Of course,
+I didn’t know exactly where you were, but Captain
+Morgan said that when you left him it was your
+intention to ascend this stream. I was lucky in
+finding you.”</p>
+
+<p>“And now,” Case asked, with a scornful smile
+on his lips, “what do you expect me to do under
+the circumstances? What would you advise?”</p>
+
+<p>“I thought,” replied Max, “that you would go
+down the river, and make your way to the mouth
+of the other stream.”</p>
+
+<p>“Why do your employers want me to leave my
+present location?” asked Case. “Do they want
+the boys to come out of the forest and find the
+<i>Rambler</i> gone? Is that what you were sent here
+for?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, well,” Max exclaimed, “if you don’t believe
+what I say, and won’t take advantage of the
+honest information I have given you, I may as well
+be on my way.”</p>
+
+<p>He moved toward the gunwale of the boat, as he
+spoke and began untying the line which held his
+canoe to the <i>Rambler</i>. Case stepped forward and
+laid a detaining hand on his shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>“Just a moment,” the boy said. “You are not
+going to leave the <i>Rambler</i> until my chums return,
+and perhaps not then.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you mean that you intend to keep me prisoner?”
+flashed Max.</p>
+
+<p>“That is just exactly what I mean to do,” Case
+responded. “I don’t know what your object in
+coming here really is, for I believe that as a prevaricator,
+you have Ananias backed off the board.
+I dislike to use the shorter and uglier word, Max,
+but you certainly are the greatest liar I ever came
+across. You’ll stay here until we know more about
+you.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’d better do a little thinking before you
+keep me here,” Max threatened. “You are making
+a lot of trouble for yourself.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll have to risk that,” Case replied. “Have
+you got any weapons about your person? If you
+have, give them up.”</p>
+
+<p>Max shook his head angrily.</p>
+
+<p>“If I had had a weapon,” he declared, “you
+would have known all about it the minute you laid
+a hand on my shoulder.”</p>
+
+<p>“Will you promise to remain on the boat without
+attempting to escape if I leave you your liberty?”
+Case asked.</p>
+
+<p>“I will promise nothing!” was the ugly reply.</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” Case said.</p>
+
+<p>There was a rush and a little struggle, but in the
+end, Max was overcome and stowed away bound
+hand and foot in the cabin.</p>
+
+<p>Leaving his prisoner there, foaming with rage
+and searching a limited vocabulary for words to
+express his feelings, Case went out to the prow of
+the <i>Rambler</i> and sat down to think over the situation.</p>
+
+<p>“That boy,” he mused, “was sent here to induce
+me to take the <i>Rambler</i> out of this place. Why?”</p>
+
+<p>The boy considered the problem for a long time.
+He was hoping that some of his chums would make
+their appearance. He disliked very much to take
+the <i>Rambler</i> away from the place where they had
+left it, and still there might be a grain of truth in
+what Max had said.</p>
+
+<p>The day was bright and still. The deep green
+foliage of the forest shone and shimmered in the
+sun. There were birds in the air, and here and
+there timid creatures of the jungle came out to the
+stream to drink and peer with questioning eyes at
+the stranger who had invaded their leafy retreat.
+There were no signs of human life anywhere except
+on board the <i>Rambler</i>. The continued absence
+of the boys seemed unaccountable.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” the boy decided, presently, “I’ll take a
+chance on a visit to the St. Lawrence. It won’t
+take long to run down, swing up to the other end
+of the peninsula and investigate the west stream.
+If the boys come back while I am gone, they’ll
+probably hear the motors clamoring and know that
+I am not far away. Still, I don’t think they’ll
+come.”</p>
+
+<p>Case was slowly reaching the uncomfortable
+conclusion that the boys had, indeed, been
+overcome by the outlaws. In that case, his first act
+ought to be to secure help. If he returned to the
+St. Lawrence, he might meet a friendly captain
+who would be willing to assist him in the rescue.</p>
+
+<p>So, with this idea in his mind, the boy drew up
+the anchor, started the motors to popping and
+headed the <i>Rambler</i> down stream. The boat proceeded
+at full speed, and soon the arm of the bay
+which closed in behind the peninsula came in view.</p>
+
+<p>Anchored there, in a sheltered cove on the north
+shore of the river, was a trim little launch. Case
+could see four men moving about in the cockpit at
+the rear of the little trunk cabin. He immediately
+directed the <i>Rambler</i> toward the craft and hailed
+across the water. He was answered promptly.</p>
+
+<p>“Is that the <i>Rambler</i>?” was asked.</p>
+
+<p>“The <i>Rambler</i> it is,” answered Case. “Are
+you looking for her?”</p>
+
+<p>“Not especially,” was the reply. “We were
+told that you were here by Captain Morgan, whom
+we saw up the river.”</p>
+
+<p>“Come aboard,” invited Case, and in a few moments
+two bright-looking young men ascended
+from a small boat to the deck of the <i>Rambler</i>.</p>
+
+<p>“I am Joseph Fontenelle,” one of the young
+men said, “and this is my friend, Sam Howard.
+We were just going up the river when we saw you
+coming down. Are you alone on board?”</p>
+
+<p>“My friends are somewhere back in the forest,”
+Case explained, certain that it was safe to trust the
+visitors. “I seem to have lost them.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then we have probably arrived just in time,”
+Fontenelle went on. “As you probably know from
+my name, we are here on the old search for the
+charter. Captain Morgan, I am told, related the
+story to you. For myself, I have little faith in the
+quest, but father insists that I make a try to solve
+the mystery every summer. This is my third visit
+to what we call Cartier island. I expect to make
+them annually as long as father lives.”</p>
+
+<p>“You have no faith in the story of the lost charter
+and the missing family jewels?” asked Case.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, they were lost, without doubt, and possibly
+in this country, but there is no clew whatever
+to their whereabouts.”</p>
+
+<p>Case was wondering if the Fontenelles had a
+copy of the crude map which had been so mysteriously
+brought to the <i>Rambler</i>. He was wondering,
+too, if it would be safe for him to tell this youthful
+representative of the French family all that he
+knew of the two communications and the attacks
+which had been made on the <i>Rambler</i>. The question
+was virtually settled by Fontenelle himself.</p>
+
+<p>“I am told,” the young man said, “that you
+boys were placed in peril by being mistaken for
+us.”</p>
+
+<p>“We had a scrap with river pirates, if that is
+what you mean,” Case replied, “and Captain Morgan
+helped us to get away from them.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m afraid,” Fontenelle went on, “that the
+men you term ‘river pirates’ are pirates only for
+the purpose of this occasion. We have always
+been opposed in our quest for what father calls
+the lost channel.”</p>
+
+<p>“Opposed everywhere in your searches?” Case
+asked, “or opposed only when you come to this
+section?”</p>
+
+<p>“Opposed only in this vicinity,” answered Fontenelle,
+gazing keenly at the boy. “I see what you
+mean,” he added. “At least, your inference is
+that those who are opposing us really know more
+about the location of the charter and the jewels
+than we know ourselves, and that they believe them
+to be here.”</p>
+
+<p>“That is the way it seems to me,” Case answered,
+“still if they think they know that the property
+sought for is in this vicinity, their knowledge
+fails when they try to put their hand upon it. They
+can only hope for success in case of your failure,
+and so they oppose your every effort.”</p>
+
+<p>“That is the way in which we look at it,” Fontenelle
+replied. “In fact, father is positive that
+the search for the charter goes steadily on in this
+vicinity throughout most of the year.</p>
+
+<p>“Last year, we had quite a merry picnic with a
+scout sent up to obstruct our search, and one of
+our men was seriously wounded. Our enemies are
+certainly becoming desperate, and if, as you say,
+your chums appear to be lost in the forest, we ought
+to be getting up there to look after them. They
+may be sorely in need of help.”</p>
+
+<p>“I thank you for your offer of assistance,” Case
+replied, “and it is my opinion that we can’t get
+back there too quickly. Come over here and look
+through the cabin window,” he continued, “pointing
+through the glass panel to where he had left
+Max lying bound on the bunk.”</p>
+
+<p>Then the look of amusement vanished from the
+boy’s face, and he opened the door and passed
+quickly into the cabin. Max was nowhere to be
+seen. He had disappeared as completely as if the
+hull of the <i>Rambler</i> had opened and dropped him
+into the stream. The ropes with which he had
+been tied lay on the floor, but the boy was gone.</p>
+
+<p>The open window at the rear of the motor boat,
+told the story. In answer to Fontenelle’s looks of
+inquiry, Case briefly told the story of Max’s visit
+and capture. The young man pondered a moment
+and then said:</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t believe the boys have been captured
+at all. The chances are that they are still in the
+forest, probably looking for the boy who disappeared
+last night.</p>
+
+<p>“This boy Max, if your description tallies with
+my recollection, has appeared in the game before
+to-day. He is a wharf rat at Quebec, and is being
+used by these outlaws to further their treacherous
+ends. I wish we had found him here.”</p>
+
+<p>As the boys passed out on deck, the barking of
+a dog came from up the river. There was no mistaking
+the voice. It was Captain Joe, and he was
+deploring the absence of his floating home. Case
+smiled happily at the sound, and then his face
+grew serious, for gunshots followed the echo of
+the dog’s voice.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink08'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER VIII—THE DISCOVERY OF MAX</a></h2>
+
+<p>Case hastened to put the <i>Rambler</i> under motion,
+and, with Fontenelle and Howard still on board,
+headed her into the current. At a signal from Fontenelle,
+the launch <i>Cartier</i> drew up her anchor and
+followed.</p>
+
+<p>To Captain Joe’s vicious barking was now added
+the surly voice of the bear cub, so the boys knew
+that the animals were not far away. In fact, as
+they paused to investigate the ugly nose of the
+bulldog was pushed through the curtain of shrubbery
+at the edge of the stream, and Teddy leaped
+snarling into the water.</p>
+
+<p>Fontenelle greeted the approach of the animals
+to the boat with shouts of laughter. Even in their
+haste to reach the boat, the animals could not avoid
+snapping and striking at each other, playfully. No
+more shots were heard, but presently a great tramping
+in the undergrowth came at the point where
+Joe and Teddy had made their appearance, indicating
+human presence there. All on board the
+<i>Rambler</i> anxiously awaited the appearance of those
+who were struggling in the jungle.</p>
+
+<p>“Would the menagerie run away and leave the
+boys in captivity?” asked Fontenelle, as the bulldog
+and the bear cub were assisted, streaming, to
+the deck. “They seem to have had a long run.”</p>
+
+<p>“Indeed, they would not,” replied Case. “If
+Clay and the others were tied up in the woods,
+Captain Joe and Teddy would be there with them.
+No, it is my opinion that it is Alex making all
+that racket in the brush. He’s a noisy little chap,
+and particularly troublesome when hungry.”</p>
+
+<p>The next moment proved Case’s reasoning to be
+correct, for the undergrowth parted again and the
+three boys appeared on the bank.</p>
+
+<p>“Ship ahoy!” Alex shouted, wrinkling his
+freckled nose. “Do you want to take on passengers?”</p>
+
+<p>“I hope,” Case called back, “that you fellows
+haven’t gone and lost the rowboat. And where is
+the two-foot fish you were going to bring for
+breakfast? I don’t see it anywhere.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Jule called out, as the <i>Rambler</i> edged
+toward the bank, “if we have lost a boat, you seem
+to have found one.”</p>
+
+<p>“What do you mean by that?” asked Case.</p>
+
+<p>Jule pointed, and Case went to the gunwale of
+the <i>Rambler</i> and looked down upon the fragile
+canoe in which Max had paddled up the river.</p>
+
+<p>“I didn’t know that we were towing it,” he said,
+“but its presence here accounts for Max getting
+away without being seen or heard. He never
+stopped to get his boat, and may be swimming under
+water yet, for all I know. I hope he’s clear down
+at the bottom.”</p>
+
+<p>“No danger of one of those wharf rats getting
+drowned,” Fontenelle laughed. “I have seen them
+remain under water for what seemed to me to be
+five minutes, and Max is some riverside boy.”</p>
+
+<p>“Shoot the canoe over,” cried Clay, “and we’ll
+come aboard.”</p>
+
+<p>“Where’s your boat?” demanded Case.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, you see,” explained Clay, “when we
+missed the <i>Rambler</i>, we started for the St. Lawrence
+by the water route, but when ruffians on the
+bank began shooting, we tied up the boat and took
+to the thicket.”</p>
+
+<p>Case released the line and sent the light canoe
+spinning over the surface of the river. Clay caught
+the rope deftly and one by one the boys paddled
+over to the motor boat. Alex threw himself down
+on the deck and gazed imploringly up at Case.</p>
+
+<p>“I expected,” he said whimsically, “that you’d
+welcome me on the bank of the river with a pie!”</p>
+
+<p>“The next time you get us into trouble,” Case
+laughed, “I’ll meet you on the bank of the river
+with a club.”</p>
+
+<p>The three boys were presented to Fontenelle and
+Howard and then preparations for breakfast were
+begun.</p>
+
+<p>“Alex got taken prisoner up in the woods,” Jule
+grinned. “We cut him loose and tied up the cook.
+We were thinking of getting breakfast there, but
+we preferred fish and pancakes to lead and gunpowder,
+so we made a run for the boat.”</p>
+
+<p>“Is the cook tied up yet?” asked Case.</p>
+
+<p>“I reckon they cut him loose in about ten minutes,”
+Alex replied, “for they seemed to be about
+three steps behind us all the way to the river, but
+they didn’t catch us.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you think we would better go back after
+the rowboat?” Case asked, as the boys sat down
+to a breakfast of bacon, eggs, pancakes, beans and
+hot coffee. “We ought not to loose it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Look here,” Jule said. “We’ve been sowing
+rowboats over the world for a year or two. We
+lost two on the Amazon, one on the Columbia, two
+on the Colorado and had three smashed on the Mississippi.
+Now, I think we’d better go back and
+get this boat.”</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” Alex grinned. “You go on back
+and get it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, don’t you ever think I can’t,” Jule replied.
+“I can sneak up there and swipe that boat from
+under their noses. But you needn’t think I’m going
+to set out as long as there is anything here to eat.”</p>
+
+<p>While the boys took breakfast, the situation as
+explained to Case by Fontenelle was described to
+them, and after a time Case beckoned Clay away
+to a corner of the cabin and asked him a question
+over which he had been puzzling ever since the
+arrival of Fontenelle.</p>
+
+<p>“Now you understand the situation,” Case said,
+“and I want you to answer this question right off
+the handle. I’ve decided it half a dozen ways, but
+I have been fortunate enough so far to keep my
+mouth shut.”</p>
+
+<p>“What is the question?” asked Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“Wait,” Case said. “I’ll make a little explanation
+first. These Fontenelle people have only the
+legend of the lost channel and the loss of the charter
+and the family jewels in this section. They
+haven’t a single clew which tells them to look in
+any special spot first.</p>
+
+<p>“So far as I can make out, young Fontenelle
+and his friends come down here every summer, in
+answer to the demands of the elder Fontenelle, for
+a sort of a vacation. So far as I can make out,
+they have never honestly searched for the lost channel.
+In fact, the young man has doubts of its
+existence. Now, what I want to know is this.”</p>
+
+<p>“Why didn’t you say so before?” asked Clay
+with a smile. “I know what your question is. You
+want to know if we ought to show Fontenelle the
+map which was brought to the <i>Rambler</i> so mysteriously.”</p>
+
+<p>“Aw, of course, you could guess it after I had
+stated the case fully,” Case declared. “But you
+haven’t told me what you think about it. Ought
+we to give Fontenelle the map?”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Clay answered, cautiously, “the map
+doesn’t belong to us. It wasn’t intended for us. It
+was handed to us by a man who evidently believed
+that he was turning it over to Fontenelle.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” Case said, “it does look as if the map
+belongs to Fontenelle, but look here! He doesn’t
+believe in this search. It is my idea that he doesn’t
+even care whether he secures the lost property or
+not. He won’t consider the matter seriously if we
+give it to him. He’ll just laugh and poke it away
+among a lot of old papers and that will be the
+end of it.”</p>
+
+<p>“You are undoubtedly right,” Clay answered.</p>
+
+<p>“Now,” Case went on, “we’ve had enough
+trouble with these outlaws to arouse my fighting
+blood. Besides, I’d like to have a look at that lost
+channel. Lost channels appeal to me, you know!
+I’d give a lot to find it. Why not keep the map
+and go on with the search?”</p>
+
+<p>“But the other fellows would be searching, too,
+and the whole event would deteriorate into a big
+summer outing,” Clay insisted.</p>
+
+<p>“All right, then,” Case suggested. “Suppose
+we go on up the river to Quebec, and Montreal, and
+the Thousand Islands, and then come back after
+these fellows have gone home, and find that channel.”</p>
+
+<p>“That listens pretty good to me,” Clay answered.
+“I am willing to go on at once if it is a sure thing
+that we come back, but I don’t want to sneak away
+from these fellows after they have started the
+fight.”</p>
+
+<p>“That shows courage, all right enough,” Case
+added, “but I’d rather hunt for this lost channel
+with these toughs on the wharf at Quebec, and,”
+he added, more seriously, “that’s where I think
+they’ll be by the time we get back here. They won’t
+stay here long after Fontenelle goes away.”</p>
+
+<p>“Very well,” Clay replied, “if Jule and Alex
+are willing, we’ll be on our way this afternoon.”</p>
+
+<p>This understanding having been reached, the two
+boys went back to their guests, while Jule went
+ashore in the canoe.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, watch the little rat,” Alex laughed.
+“He’ll tie that boat up and blunder through the briers,
+when he might paddle up the stream close to the
+bank without taking any chances.”</p>
+
+<p>But Jule did nothing of the kind. He kept on
+up the stream in the canoe. Presently he rounded
+a bend and disappeared from sight.</p>
+
+<p>In a short time Fontenelle and his friend left
+the <i>Rambler</i> with the understanding that the two
+crews were to meet in the evening if the boys did
+not sail away in the afternoon. As a matter of
+fact, as the reader already knows, the boys had
+decided to leave before the parting took place, but
+they did not care to be urged to remain and join in
+the summer vacation picnic which was sure to follow.</p>
+
+<p>They had started out for a trip covering the whole
+length of the St. Lawrence river from the Gulf to
+Lake Ontario, and were determined to cover the
+course before shipping their boat back to Chicago.</p>
+
+<p>In less than an hour Jule was back with the rowboat,
+having seen nothing of the outlaws.</p>
+
+<p>“They probably thought the whole Canadian
+navy was coming after them,” Alex said, pointing
+from the <i>Rambler</i> to the <i>Cartier</i> and back again.
+“Looks like we were coming out in force.”</p>
+
+<p>In the middle of the afternoon the boys notified
+Fontenelle of their intention to proceed on their
+journey, and the <i>Rambler</i> passed on up the St.
+Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>It was a golden day in summer, the waters
+sparkled and danced in the sunlight, and the shipping
+passing to and fro on the river made a pleasant
+picture of marine life. The boys enjoyed the
+situation thoroughly.</p>
+
+<p>“I have always had a longing to visit Quebec,”
+Clay said as the boat headed for a little cove to
+avoid the wash of a giant steamer, “and I propose
+that we spend two or three days there looking over
+things.”</p>
+
+<p>“That suits me,” Alex cut in. “When we get
+there, I’ll go down on the docks and find that boy
+Max. And when I find him, there’ll be one wharf
+rat less on the docks.”</p>
+
+<p>“You better keep away from the docks,” warned
+Case. “You’d get lost on South Clark street between
+any two blocks you could name.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, I always find myself again,” Alex declared.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, you do,” Case jeered. “The last time
+you got lost, it took two boys and a bear and a
+bulldog to find you. And I don’t think you are
+worth the trouble at that!”</p>
+
+<p>The boys immediately had a friendly struggle
+on the deck, in which Teddy and Captain Joe
+promptly mixed.</p>
+
+<p>That night the boys arranged for another campfire
+on the north bank of the St. Lawrence. They
+put up their hammocks, anchored the boat close
+inshore, and prepared for a long sleep.</p>
+
+<p>“If there isn’t any lost channels or charters
+from French kings or strayed family jewels hiding
+about here,” Jule commented, “we’ll certainly enjoy
+ourselves in this camp.”</p>
+
+<p>Nothing came to disturb them during the night.
+They watched the procession of craft of all descriptions
+on the river until nine o’clock, then went to
+sleep with a danger signal swinging from the prow
+of the <i>Rambler</i>. They were early astir in the
+morning and on their way upstream.</p>
+
+<p>There was no need of haste, yet the boys seemed
+to enjoy themselves most when the boat was in
+motion, so they plowed slowly up the river until
+night, enjoying the wild scenery and stopping now
+and then at a little settlement. That was the first
+of many days of uninterrupted pleasure on the
+most extensive water system of the North American
+continent.</p>
+
+<p>On the second night, they made another camp
+with only Captain Joe and Teddy standing guard.
+Alex was out after fish early in the morning, and
+at six o’clock he served one of his long-wished for
+fish a la Indian breakfasts.</p>
+
+<p>Just before nightfall, they came within sight
+of Quebec and moored at a pier a short distance
+down the river.</p>
+
+<p>“Now,” laughed Case, “if any treasure seekers
+or outlaws or river pirates appear to us during the
+night, we’ll call the police. We’ve had trouble
+enough for one trip.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m going to sleep ten hours every night until
+we get to the Thousand Islands,” declared Jule.
+“I’m hungry and sleepy most of the time.”</p>
+
+<p>“And we’ll come back down the rapids, won’t
+we?” asked Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“You bet we will,” replied Clay. “We’ll come
+down like a shot.”</p>
+
+<p>“We’ll need to,” Jule suggested, “because we’ll
+lose time in the canal going up.”</p>
+
+<p>There was no open campfire or swinging hammocks
+for the boys that night. The city of Quebec
+twinkled its myriad lights from plateau and cliff,
+and the boys were not sure of whom they might
+meet during the dark hours. They cooked their
+supper early in order to make an evening trip in
+the lower part of the city.</p>
+
+<p>“I wonder,” Case said, as, leaving Jule and Clay
+on board, he started away with Alex, “what the
+man who delivered the map to us is thinking about
+concerning his mistake now. He might have been
+paid to deliver that document to Fontenelle, and
+the error may make him trouble.”</p>
+
+<p>“And I was just thinking,” Alex put in, “what
+the fellows who delivered the warning to us are
+thinking concerning themselves. They wasted a
+lot of ammunition and lost a good many hours’
+sleep on our account.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps we’ll find out all about it when we go
+back to find the lost channel,” Case suggested. “Do
+you know,” he added, “I’m looking forward to
+that lost channel stunt with a good deal of enthusiasm.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you really think there’s a lost channel
+there?” asked Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“There is something in it,” Case asserted. “Men
+don’t draw maps entirely on imagination.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then why don’t the men who drew the map
+go and tell Fontenelle all about it?”</p>
+
+<p>“He tried to tell him all about it when he delivered
+the map to us, but as you know, the map
+reached the wrong hands.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys walked the streets, comparing them
+unfavorably with those of Chicago, until nearly
+ten o’clock and then turned to go to the boat. When
+they came to the river front again, Alex stopped
+suddenly and caught Case by the arm.</p>
+
+<p>“Look there,” he whispered, “What do you
+know about that?”</p>
+
+<p>“About what?” asked Case, puzzled.</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t you see him down there at the head of
+the pier?” asked Alex, nodding his head in that
+direction.</p>
+
+<p>“I guess you’re the boy that’s got loose packing
+in his head to-night,” laughed Case. “What do
+you see?”</p>
+
+<p>“What do I see?” repeated Alex. “That’s
+Max, the wharf rat, the cable cutter, the motor
+destroyer. Shall we go and get him?”</p>
+
+<p>“Go and get him?” repeated Case. “He’d have
+a flock of wharf rats around us in about two minutes.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Alex insisted, “we’d better stay here
+and see where he goes, anyway. If we can locate
+the fellow now, we can go after him any time.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then I guess we can go after him any time,”
+Case chuckled, “because he’s heading for that eating
+house with the tin fish sign in front of it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then here we go for the tin fish,” Alex declared,
+and in five minutes, they were seated at a
+little table in an alcove separated only by a heavy
+cloth curtain from the main room of a third-rate
+French restaurant.</p>
+
+<p>When a waiter appeared they gave their orders
+and sat watching the main room through the folds
+of the curtain.</p>
+
+<p>“There!” Alex finally said in a whisper. “He’s
+coming in.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” grunted Case, “and he’s got a dozen
+wharf rats with him. I guess they’ve got us in as
+neat a trap as one boy ever set for another!”</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink09'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER IX—A BUSY NIGHT IN QUEBEC</a></h2>
+
+<p>“I don’t understand,” Alex said, peering
+through the curtain, “why he should want to do
+anything to us. Perhaps he won’t notice us at all.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t you ever think he won’t,” grinned Case.
+“Didn’t I truss him up like a hen in the cabin and
+threaten to arrest him, and didn’t he declare that
+he would shoot me if he ever got a chance? Don’t
+you believe he’ll let us get out of here without
+trouble!”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, well,” Alex replied, “if he starts anything
+we’ll get out all right in spite of him, and in spite
+of his wharf rats.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ve got an idea,” Case said, watching the collection
+of roughly-dressed boys sitting about a table
+in the other room, “that that kid has been waiting
+in Quebec for us.”</p>
+
+<p>“What shall we do, then,” Alex asked still in
+a whisper. “Shall we make a break and get out
+right now?”</p>
+
+<p>“We may as well wait and see what takes place,”
+Case answered. “This is a pretty tough joint, I
+guess, and some one may start something. In that
+case, we can get out while they are beating each
+other up.”</p>
+
+<p>The lunches ordered were now brought by the
+waiter, and the boys fell to, although, as may well
+be imagined, without much appetite. Max sat with
+his face turned toward the curtain, evidently trying
+to discover whether his enemies were using
+the alcove. He had seen the boys enter the restaurant,
+but was not quite certain as to which room
+they had seated themselves in. His face was watchful
+and vicious.</p>
+
+<p>Half an hour passed and the situation did not
+change, then Alex plucked Case by the sleeve, motioning
+toward the outer door.</p>
+
+<p>“We may as well move,” he said. “It is getting
+late, and the streets are now growing more
+unsafe every minute because of such night prowlers
+as you see out there. It we’ve got to fight, we may
+as well begin.”</p>
+
+<p>But it was not necessary for them to start the
+engagement, as Max came to the alcove directly
+and drew the curtain roughly aside. The boys
+remained in their seats, grinning up at him, but
+their hands under the cover of the table grasped
+their automatics.</p>
+
+<p>“Hello!” Alex said presently. “We never expected
+to meet you here.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I had an idea you’d be along,” Max said
+with an ugly frown.</p>
+
+<p>“Come on in and set down,” Case urged with
+a chuckle. “I’d like to have you tell me why you
+disappeared so suddenly.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s a nice question to ask!” Max snarled.
+“You tie me up like a pig in the cabin and then
+wonder why I get out of your clutches!”</p>
+
+<p>“You had a little swim for it, didn’t you?”
+asked Case.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” was the reply, “and I’ll make you sweat
+for every drop of water I swallowed during that
+long dive. I’ll show you a thing or two!”</p>
+
+<p>“What was there in that job for you, anyway?”
+asked Alex. “We’ve got a new manila cable
+charged up to you.”</p>
+
+<p>“Mark the bill down on ice,” snorted Max, “and
+lay the ice on the stove. You did me dirt there
+and I’m going to get even!”</p>
+
+<p>“Go as far as you like,” said Case. “We are
+here to answer all questions.”</p>
+
+<p>Max, who had been standing in the entrance
+to the alcove, with the curtain half over his shoulder,
+now turned and beckoned to the rough-looking
+boys gathered about the table he had just left.</p>
+
+<p>“Friends of yours?” asked Alex as the others
+gathered about the alcove. “They look as if they
+might be.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys outside now began jostling each other
+roughly, as if preparing to start a fake fight among
+themselves. That, as Alex and Case well knew, is
+an old, old trick in the underworld. Whenever an
+enemy is to be attacked, it is common practice for
+the assailants to start a fight among themselves,
+being certain that their enemies are dealt most
+of the blows. Many an apparently innocent bystander
+has been murdered in that way.</p>
+
+<p>The proprietor of the place came rushing out of
+an inner room as the toughs hustled each other back
+and forth and timidly remonstrated with them. It
+was evident that he stood in fear of the gang. The
+boys saw that no help might be expected from him.</p>
+
+<p>At last one of the toughs received a blow which,
+apparently, forced him inside the alcove, then the
+whole crowd rushed in, swarming over Alex and
+Case like the wharf rats they were. The boys
+drew their revolvers, but did not fire. Instead
+they sprang to the top of the table and used the
+handles of their weapons to good purpose.</p>
+
+<p>In the meantime the proprietor was running back
+and forth from the alcove to the door and from
+the door to the alcove, urging the boys to act “like
+little gentlemen,” and at the same time shouting for
+the police. But no officers made their appearance.</p>
+
+<p>The weight of humanity on the table upon which
+the boys were standing now brought it down with
+a crash to the floor. The situation was becoming
+serious, and the boys were preparing to use their
+guns when an unexpected event occurred.</p>
+
+<p>The night being warm, the street door was wide
+open, but a little crowd had gathered about it. Disturbances
+were frequent in that place, however,
+and none of the onlookers seemed inclined to interfere.</p>
+
+<p>As they stood looking, a heavy body catapulted
+against their shoulders, and the next moment the
+heavy body of a white bulldog leaped over their
+heads into the room.</p>
+
+<p>The toughs in the alcove, who had just settled
+down to a steady pommeling of the boys with their
+bare fists, turned for an instant as sharp claws clattered
+over the floor, and some of them stepped
+aside. Then Captain Joe leaped atop of the struggling
+mass and began a vigorous exercise of his
+very capable teeth.</p>
+
+<p>In a second the whole place was in confusion.
+Patrons rushed out from other rooms, the proprietor
+appeared from behind the desk bearing a revolver.
+There was an inrush from the street, and
+then two pistol shots sounded. As the acrid smell
+of powder smoke seeped into the air, there was a
+rattle of glass and the two ceiling lights were extinguished.</p>
+
+<p>Save for the uncertain light from incandescents
+in the other alcoves, the place was now in darkness,
+except for the illumination which came in from
+the street.</p>
+
+<p>Cries, shouts and epithets of the vilest character
+rang through the place. Long before the light of
+the gas jets could be turned on, the boys and the
+dog were out on the pavement, making good progress
+toward a policeman in uniform, who appeared
+under an arc light not far away. The officer held
+up his heavy night stick as the boys approached
+him.</p>
+
+<p>The sound of running feet came out and in a
+moment the officer and the two boys were surrounded
+by the wharf rats who had been in the
+restaurant. The officer promptly drew a revolver.</p>
+
+<p>“What’s doing here!” he demanded. “Who
+did that shooting back there?”</p>
+
+<p>“These two boys did it!” Max promptly explained,
+pointing at Alex and Case. “They shot
+out the lights and robbed the till!”</p>
+
+<p>The officer put up his revolver and his night
+stick, seized Alex and Case by the shoulders, and
+started off up the street, the toughs following at
+his heels. There was a patrol box on the next
+corner and the boys attempted no defence of their
+conduct until this was reached. As the policeman
+turned the key he glanced quickly from one face
+to the other.</p>
+
+<p>“What have you boys got to say for yourselves?”
+he asked.</p>
+
+<p>“We’ll tell that to the judge,” replied Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“Come, now, don’t get gay!” the officer said.
+“You don’t look like boys who would be apt to
+get into a scrape like that.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys were so pleased at having escaped from
+the restaurant with whole heads that they did not
+much mind the arrest. In fact, just at that moment
+the officer was about the most welcome person
+who could have made his appearance, with the
+exception of Captain Joe, of course.</p>
+
+<p>The dog now stood close by the patrol box showing
+his teeth and asking Alex for permission to
+take the officer by the leg.</p>
+
+<p>“We haven’t robbed any tills lately!” Alex
+said, wrinkling his freckled nose at the officer.</p>
+
+<p>“Lookout!” one of the boys shouted from the
+crowd. “That bulldog will get you, officer. He
+chewed up two boys back in the restaurant.</p>
+
+<p>“Good old Captain Joe,” exclaimed Alex, patting
+the dog on the head.</p>
+
+<p>The dog did not for a moment lose sight of a
+spot on the officer’s thigh, which seemed to invite
+attack.</p>
+
+<p>“Is that your dog?” asked the policeman.</p>
+
+<p>“Sure, that’s our dog,” answered Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“And what did you say his name was?”</p>
+
+<p>“Captain Joe.”</p>
+
+<p>The officer released his hold on the boys and
+leaned against the patrol box. The police wagon
+was now in sight, racing down the street with a
+great jangling of bells, and the crowd around the
+officer began to thin. They had evidently seen that
+wagon before.</p>
+
+<p>“Say, Mr. Officer,” Alex said, “why don’t you
+grab a couple of those boys? They are going to
+be witnesses against us, you know.”</p>
+
+<p>The officer made no reply, but reached down and
+patted Captain Joe on the head, an action which the
+dog strongly resented.</p>
+
+<p>“Did you say the dog ate a couple of wharf rats
+back there?” asked the officer, turning to the diminishing
+crowd.</p>
+
+<p>“You bet he did!” half a dozen voices cried in
+chorus. “He’s a holy terror.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ve got a hole in my leg you could push a chair
+through,” one of them shouted. “Arrest him!”</p>
+
+<p>The police wagon now backed up to the curb and
+the boys stepped inside followed by Captain Joe.</p>
+
+<p>“Here!” questioned the man in charge of the
+wagon, “are you going in with us, off your beat,
+and are you going to arrest the dog? He looks
+like a hard citizen!”</p>
+
+<p>“Not a bit of it!” answered the officer. “He
+chewed up two wharf rats back there, according to
+all accounts, and I’m going in to tell the sergeant,
+and to ask the captain to give him a medal. If
+he had only killed them, I’d try to get him on the
+pension list.”</p>
+
+<p>“Say,” Case remarked, “you seem to be an all-right
+policeman. I guess you know that bunch
+back there.”</p>
+
+<p>“Every officer in the city knows that bunch,”
+replied the policeman. “When they’re not in the
+penitentiary, they’re making trouble for the force.
+They ought to get a hundred years apiece.”</p>
+
+<p>“What will we get for shooting out the lights?”
+asked Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“So you did shoot out the lights!”</p>
+
+<p>“We didn’t do anything else,” declared Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“Say, Mr. Cop, you’ve seen terriers go after a
+rat in a pit, haven’t you?” asked Case. “Well,
+that’s just the way that gang went after us. We’d
+be dead now if Captain Joe hadn’t run away from
+the <i>Rambler</i> and followed us.”</p>
+
+<p>“There!” cried the officer clapping Alex on the
+back, “I’ve been trying to think of that name ever
+since I saw the dog. We’ve got pictures of this
+dog and the <i>Rambler</i> and a grizzly bear called
+Teddy pasted up in the squad room. We cut them
+out of newspapers six months ago when you boys
+were somewhere out on the Columbia river.”</p>
+
+<p>“On the Colorado river,” corrected Case. “We
+found Teddy Bear in a a timber wreck on the Columbia,
+and he never had his picture taken until
+we got to San Francisco.”</p>
+
+<p>“Is the <i>Rambler</i> down on the river now?” asked
+the officer, and Case nodded. “Because, if it is,”
+the policeman went on, “some one had better be
+getting down there! The wharf rats will eat it up
+before morning, plank by plank!”</p>
+
+<p>“How are we going to get down there if you
+lock us up?” asked Case.</p>
+
+<p>“You may not be locked up,” was the reply.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink10'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER X—THE MENAGERIE IN ACTION</a></h2>
+
+<p>After the departure of Alex and Case from the
+<i>Rambler</i>, Clay and Jule drew out the two mysterious
+messages they had received and studied them
+over carefully.</p>
+
+<p>“What do you think about this lost channel proposition?”
+asked Jule.</p>
+
+<p>“If a channel ever went through the neck of
+land as shown by the map, that section must have
+been visited by an earthquake,” Clay laughed.
+“There isn’t a sign of a channel there. Instead,
+there’s a great high ledge of rock crossing the peninsula,
+just where the line shows the channel ought
+to be. It is my private opinion that no water ever
+crossed that peninsula. There must be some mistake
+in location.”</p>
+
+<p>“The men who made the map might have drawn
+the line indicating the channel in the wrong place,”
+Jule suggested.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Clay concluded, “we’ll have a look at
+it when we go back, but what I can’t understand
+is why the map should have been given to the wrong
+party. If a man had such a map in any way accurate,
+he would have presented it to Fontenelle in
+person and demanded a stiff price for it.”</p>
+
+<p>“It looks that way to me!” Jule agreed.</p>
+
+<p>There was a volume in the cabin of the <i>Rambler</i>
+descriptive of the St. Lawrence river from the gulf
+to Lake Ontario. This the boys brought out and
+studied diligently until a late hour.</p>
+
+<p>At last Clay arose, yawned, and looked at his
+watch.</p>
+
+<p>“I wonder why Alex and Case don’t return!”
+he asked. “It can’t be possible that that little
+scamp has gone and lost himself again, can it?”</p>
+
+<p>“Just like him!” snickered Jule. “If I had a
+dollar for every time he’s been lost I’d have all
+the money I will ever need.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s pretty near the truth!” Clay agreed.
+“However, we’ve got Captain Joe and Teddy left
+with us to help look him up.”</p>
+
+<p>He leaned back in his chair and whistled to the
+dog, but no Captain Joe made his appearance.
+Teddy came shambling into the cabin and held out
+a paw, suggesting sugar. Clay glanced up at Jule
+with puzzled eyes.</p>
+
+<p>“Isn’t the dog out on deck?” he asked.</p>
+
+<p>The boy hastened out and returned in a moment
+with the information that the bulldog was nowhere
+in sight.</p>
+
+<p>“Have you seen him since Alex and Case left?”
+Clay asked.</p>
+
+<p>“He was here quite a spell after they went away,
+but he didn’t seem contented. All the time I was
+on deck he was walking back and forth looking
+longingly over into the city.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then he’s followed the boys,” Clay agreed.
+“We won’t see him again until they return. The
+only wonder is that Teddy didn’t go with him.”</p>
+
+<p>“We’ll have to get steel cages made for our
+menagerie,” Jule proposed. “We can’t keep a
+single member of our happy family on the boat
+when Alex is away. No one else seems to count
+with them.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys were not inclined to sleep, so they sat
+watchfully in the cabin with the electricity off.
+Spears of light came from warehouse offices on
+the pier, and far up the street a great arc light made
+the thoroughfare almost plain to the eye as day.
+The roar of night traffic in the city and the wash of
+the river drowned all individual sounds, and the
+boys sat in what amounted to silence so far as any
+noises directly on the boat were concerned.</p>
+
+<p>Somewhere along toward midnight, when they
+had about given up hope of the immediate return
+of the boys, there came a quick jar, and the boat
+swayed as if under the foot of a person mounting
+the deck.</p>
+
+<p>“There they are, I reckon!” Jule shouted, passing
+to the cabin door which was open to admit the
+cool breeze of the night.</p>
+
+<p>Clay stepped forward, too, but paused in a moment
+and drew Alex back. A crouching figure
+was now discernible on the prow, and Clay reached
+for the switch which controlled the lamp there.</p>
+
+<p>With his hand almost to the switch Clay stopped
+and turned back to where Jule stood, searching his
+bunk for an automatic which had been placed there.
+Then the boat swayed again, and there were three
+figures on the deck instead of one. The light from
+the street showed only bare outlines. The whole
+scene was uncanny.</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know what to make of this,” Clay whispered.
+“Shall we turn on the light, or shall we
+begin shooting right now?”</p>
+
+<p>“If we turn on the light,” Jule whispered back,
+“they’ll see us. At present, they undoubtedly believe
+the boat to be deserted.”</p>
+
+<p>“I think they’ll run if we turn on the lights,”
+Clay suggested, softly. “They’re probably river
+thieves looking for plunder.”</p>
+
+<p>The men on the deck now grouped together, evidently
+whispering, and trying to decide upon some
+course of action. In the faint light, they seemed
+to be hulking, heavily-built men, and the boys were
+not anxious to come into close contact with them.</p>
+
+<p>“It may be just as well,” Clay finally decided,
+“to remain quiet for a short time and see what they
+intend to do.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s easy,” Jule whispered, “they intend to
+steal the boat.”</p>
+
+<p>“A good many other people have tried to steal
+this boat,” Clay responded, “but we still seem to
+be in possession of it!”</p>
+
+<p>After standing for a minute or two near the
+prow, the intruders moved stealthily toward the
+cabin. The door was open, but all was dark inside.
+As they slouched forward, their footsteps
+made no sound upon the deck.</p>
+
+<p>“Shall we shoot to kill?” whispered Jule. “I’m
+tired of having the scum of the earth always attempting
+to rob us.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’d never get over it if I should kill some one,”
+Clay replied. “We’d better frighten them away
+and see that no more get on board to-night.”</p>
+
+<p>As he spoke, the boy reached for the switch and
+turned it. Greatly to his amazement, the prow lamp
+remained dark. In some strange manner the intruders
+had disconnected the wires or broken the
+globe. The click of the switch seemed to have
+reached their ears, informing them that some one
+was on board.</p>
+
+<p>They rushed toward the cabin and came solidly
+against the door which was quickly shut, almost in
+their faces. The lock rattled sharply under the
+assault of a muscular hand, and the whole front of
+the cabin quivered and creaked under the weight
+of a burly body.</p>
+
+<p>“Open up here!” shouted a gruff voice. “Open
+up, or we’ll break the door down. We knew you
+were here all the time!”</p>
+
+<p>“This begins to look serious,” whispered Clay.
+“We may have to shoot.”</p>
+
+<p>“Say the word,” Jule suggested, “and I’ll make
+the front of the cabin look like a sieve, and every
+bullet will count, too.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’d like to aid in the capture of a couple of
+those fellows,” Clay said, “and I wonder if one
+of us couldn’t get out of the rear window, jump
+over on the pier, and call the police. Such ruffians
+ought not to be at liberty.”</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” Jule whispered. “You go, and I’ll
+stay here and talk to them until you get out. I
+can keep them amused all right.”</p>
+
+<p>While this short conversation had been in progress
+the pounding at the door had continued, and
+now something heavy, like a timber or a very heavy
+foot, came banging against the panels.</p>
+
+<p>“Just a minute more,” one of the midnight
+prowlers shouted, “and we’ll break this door down
+and get you boys good!”</p>
+
+<p>Clay moved to the rear of the cabin, drew in the
+swinging sash, and stepped lightly out on the after
+deck. The lights along the river front were fewer
+now, and the windows of the warehouses, illuminated
+an hour before, were dark. A roaring wind
+was blowing up the river, and the wash of the
+waves was rocking the <i>Rambler</i> unpleasantly.</p>
+
+<p>In all the long street in sight from the pier there
+was no sign of a uniformed officer. Clay did not
+know how far he would have to run to find one, so
+he decided to remain where he was for a time and,
+if necessary, perhaps attack the intruders from the
+rear.</p>
+
+<p>Crouching low on the after deck, he could hear
+Jule talking to the outlaws, and smiled as he
+listened to the boy’s attempts to interest them.</p>
+
+<p>“If you break down that door,” he heard Jule
+say, “you’ll have to pay for it! That door cost
+money.”</p>
+
+<p>A volley of oaths and river billingsgate followed
+the remark, and blows which fairly shook the cabin
+came upon the sturdy panels.</p>
+
+<p>While Clay sat listening, half resolved to make
+his way over to the pier and fire a few shots over
+the heads of the ruffians, a figure dropped lightly
+on the deck at his side and Teddy’s soft muzzle
+was pressed against his face. He stroked the bear
+gently.</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t blame you for getting out of there,
+Teddy,” he said. “They’ll wreck the boat if we
+don’t do something pretty soon. What would you
+advise, old chap?” he added whimsically.</p>
+
+<p>Teddy sniffed the air in the direction of the pier
+and clambered clumsily up to the top of the cabin.</p>
+
+<p>“I wouldn’t go up there if I were you,” Clay
+advised.</p>
+
+<p>Teddy continued his way over the roof and
+finally came to the forward edge. Clay raised his
+head to the level of the roof and watched him. As
+he did so a round circle of light sprang up at the
+head of the pier, flashed toward the river for a
+moment, and died out. The next moment a sound
+of some one stumbling over a bale of goods reached
+his ears. Then the light flashed out again, and the
+pounding on the cabin door ceased.</p>
+
+<p>“Now I wonder,” Clay pondered, “if that isn’t
+Alex and Case! They usually have their searchlights
+with them, and Case is always stumbling
+over something. It would be fine to have them
+appear now!”</p>
+
+<p>Directly a finger of light shot down the pier, and
+under it a white body swung toward the boat. Clay
+crawled back through the window and approached
+the door, where Jule was still standing with his
+automatic in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>The pounding had now ceased entirely, the men
+evidently having been warned by the light. It
+seemed to Clay that the unwelcome visitors were
+now crouching in the darkness ready to attack any
+one who might attempt to come on board.</p>
+
+<p>“Just wait a minute,” whispered Clay in Jule’s
+ear. “Just you wait a minute, and there’ll be
+something pulled off here! If I’m not mistaken, this
+drama is going to shift to a comedy in about one
+minute.”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t understand what you mean by that,”
+Jule declared. “What new deviltry are those fellows
+planning?” he added.</p>
+
+<p>“In just about a second you’ll see,” Clay repeated.
+“The only wonder is that Captain Joe
+hasn’t pulled off his stunt before this.”</p>
+
+<p>“Captain Joe isn’t here,” replied Jule doubtfully.</p>
+
+<p>Then the boat swayed frightfully, tipping toward
+the pier. There was a heavy thud on deck, and
+cries of fright and pain, followed by another thud.</p>
+
+<p>“Captain Joe isn’t here, eh?” shouted Clay unlocking
+and opening the door. “Just look at that
+mess out there.”</p>
+
+<p>The white bulldog was mixing freely with the
+intruders, who seemed to be devoting their best
+energy to getting off the boat. There was a struggling,
+cursing, growling mass in the middle of the
+deck, and then from the roof of the cabin leaped
+another combatant!</p>
+
+<p>Seeing the dog mixing with the pirates, and evidently
+believing that some new game was in progress,
+the cub leaped fairly into the midst of the
+struggling mass! If the men had been frightened
+before, they were now wild with terror. It seemed
+to them as if the bear had dropped from the clouds.
+They felt his teeth and claws, and the rough hair
+of him appeared to bristle like the quills of a porcupine.</p>
+
+<p>Frightened beyond all measure, rendered more
+desperate still by the onrush of the boys from the
+cabin, the outlaws finally succeeded in breaking
+away and springing to the pier. As they did so,
+they nearly fell over Alex and Case who were making
+all haste to ascertain the cause of the excitement
+on the <i>Rambler</i>.</p>
+
+<p>In a moment, however, they were up and away,
+clattering like race-horses up the pier.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink11'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XI—THE CREW TAKES A TUMBLE</a></h2>
+
+<p>When Alex and Case reached the deck of the
+<i>Rambler</i>, they found Clay and Jule leaning against
+the gunwale laughing hard enough to split their
+sides. A searchlight in the latter’s hand revealed
+Captain Joe and Teddy standing by the cabin door,
+looking around as if inquiring what it all meant.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Alex said, producing his own searchlight,
+“if there’s anything funny going on here,
+you’d better be passing it round.”</p>
+
+<p>“Where have you been?” demanded Clay the
+next moment.</p>
+
+<p>“Been?” repeated Alex. “We’ve been up in
+the air!”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s no fairy tale, either,” Case cut in.
+“We’ve been arrested, and released, and attacked,
+and pommeled, and now we strike some kind of a
+minstrel show. What’s been going on?”</p>
+
+<p>“You’ve been arrested, have you?” laughed Jule,
+paying no attention to the question. “Any old time
+you go away from this boat and don’t get into
+trouble, I’ll wire the news back to Chicago. What
+did you get pinched for, and how did you get
+away?”</p>
+
+<p>“We got pinched because of Max,” replied Alex,
+“and we got out of it because we came upon a
+white policeman. We escaped from Max’s cronies
+because Captain Joe butted in and chewed up a
+few. That’s some dog, that is.”</p>
+
+<p>“And he came back here and helped you out,
+too, it seems,” Case said. “I should think he was
+some dog!”</p>
+
+<p>“And Teddy helped, too,” Clay laughed. “We
+had a show here for a little while that was worth
+the price of admission.”</p>
+
+<p>“It didn’t look funny to me,” Jule protested. “I
+was scared stiff most of the time.”</p>
+
+<p>After Alex and Case had replaced a broken globe
+on the prow light, told the story of their adventures,
+and explained that the chief of police had
+requested the privilege of looking over the boat
+in the morning, the boys moved the <i>Rambler</i> to a
+slip farther down the river and went to bed, Jule
+remaining on watch for the remainder of the night.
+The day had been a busy one and they were all
+tired.</p>
+
+<p>Alex was out first in the morning, poking along
+the water front in the canoe which Max had deserted.
+After a time Clay came out of the cabin
+of the <i>Rambler</i> and called to him.</p>
+
+<p>“Got a fish, Alex?”</p>
+
+<p>Alex shook his head.</p>
+
+<p>“The fish won’t bite my hook this morning!”
+he shouted back.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Clay returned, “there’s a gudgeon up
+on shore that evidently wants to get hold of your
+hook, and you with it.”</p>
+
+<p>Alex turned quickly and looked up the slip at
+the foot of which the canoe lay. He was just in
+time to see Max and another boy about his size
+disappearing behind a collection of goods’ boxes.</p>
+
+<p>“Why didn’t you shoot him?” Alex called out
+to Clay. “You saw him first. He ought to be
+shot for what he did last night.”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe now came out on the deck, yawning
+and stretching, and elevated his fore feet to the
+gunwale of the boat. Clay patted him on the head
+and pointed to the goods’ boxes behind which Max
+had disappeared.</p>
+
+<p>“Do you think, Captain Joe,” he said to the
+dog, “that you could go and get a wharf rat this
+morning? I think there’s one behind that pile of
+boxes. You better go and see, anyway.”</p>
+
+<p>Of course the dog did not understand all that
+was said to him—although the boys sometimes insisted
+that he did—but he did know what the
+pointing finger meant. He was over the gunwale
+in an instant, tearing up the side of the slip, barking
+and growling as he went.</p>
+
+<p>“You’ll get that dog killed yet,” Alex called
+out to Clay. “That wharf rat of a Max is just
+like a snake. You don’t want to get near him
+unless you step squarely on his head.”</p>
+
+<p>Both boys whistled return orders to the dog, but
+he would not come back. He seemed to remember
+that an old enemy was near at hand and turned the
+corner of the heap of boxes with a vicious snarl.</p>
+
+<p>The next moment, Max appeared at the top of
+the heap, fending off the dog with a board he had
+ripped from a box.</p>
+
+<p>“Call off your dog!” he shouted. “I want to
+get my canoe. You get out of it, kid, and leave it
+tied to the slip.”</p>
+
+<p>“If you live long enough to see me give you
+this canoe,” Alex laughed, “you’ll be older than
+Noah before you die, and have whiskers forty feet
+long.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll set the police on you!” threatened Max.</p>
+
+<p>“You tried that last night,” grinned Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“Come on down here,” urged Clay. “I’d like to
+know what kind of a penitentiary you received
+your early education in.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’d like to have me come down there,
+wouldn’t you?” sneered Max. “You think you’ve
+got the police on your side, don’t you? But I know
+a couple of detectives that will fix you, all right.
+You needn’t think I’m going to let you run away
+with my canoe.”</p>
+
+<p>“How’d you get up the river so quickly?” asked
+Clay. “Did you dive in east of the peninsula and
+swim under water to Quebec?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I got up on a steamer, all right,” was the
+reply, “and I’ve been here waiting for you ever
+since.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you happen to have a sore head this
+morning?” taunted Alex. “You must have got a bump
+or two last night.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’ll get two for every one I got,” Max
+shouted, angrily. “Are you going to give me that
+canoe? I’m going to have it, you know.”</p>
+
+<p>Alex deliberately paddled the canoe over to the
+<i>Rambler</i>, secured it with a light line, climbed to the
+deck, and set the motors in motion. Max yelled
+out a few threatening sentences and disappeared.</p>
+
+<p>“We may as well be going up to the old pier,”
+he said, “for this dandy chief of police I discovered
+last night will be down to see us before long.
+He’s a right good fellow, that chief is.”</p>
+
+<p>“You better hold up a minute,” Jule announced,</p>
+
+<p>“Captain Joe is still behind those boxes. If Max
+could capture him, he’d have him in all the dog
+fights in Quebec.”</p>
+
+<p>But Max was at this time taking to his heels
+up the street which ran down to the slip; and
+Captain Joe soon made his appearance, looking
+very much discouraged. He was taken on board,
+dripping with water, and Teddy received quite a
+bath by approaching him too suddenly. The bulldog
+enjoyed that.</p>
+
+<p>The chief of police made his appearance soon
+after the boys had partaken of breakfast, and sat
+down to talk over the events of the preceding
+night.</p>
+
+<p>“This boy, Max,” he explained, “is one of the
+queerest customers we have anything to do with.
+He lives in the streets, apparently without money
+or friends, and yet he frequently appears at a swell
+hotel handsomely dressed and with plenty of money
+in his pockets. He seems to have been well educated,
+as you have probably noticed from his conversation.”</p>
+
+<p>“He talks like a graduate,” admitted Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, and he’s one of the sharpest little chaps
+in the city. We are certain that he has had a hand
+in several bold robberies, yet it has up to this time
+been impossible to convict him. He is usually defended
+by first-class criminal lawyers, and his wharf
+rat companions seem to be very desirable witnesses
+for him.”</p>
+
+<p>“Isn’t it possible,” asked Clay, “that the boy
+lives along the river front for some well defined,
+perhaps criminal, purpose of his own?”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ve often thought of that,” answered the chief,
+“for he always takes great pains to make friends
+of the creatures of the underworld. Now and then
+he disappears from the city for a few days, or
+weeks, but always comes back to his old haunts.”</p>
+
+<p>“Of course,” Clay said, “you are familiar with
+the Fontenelle land claim and the story of the lost
+charter and the missing family jewels?”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, yes,” answered the chief, smiling tolerantly,
+“every man, woman and child in Quebec
+knows all about the Fontenelle case. Old man Fontenelle
+is almost a monomaniac on the subject of
+the lost charter. He has spent thousands of dollars
+searching for it and claims that he would have
+discovered it long ago only for the active and
+criminal opposition of men who might lose heavily
+if it came again into his possession.”</p>
+
+<p>“And the story of the lost channel?” asked Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“There is a queer story of a lost channel,” the
+chief laughed, “but I’m afraid that it will always
+be a lost channel.”</p>
+
+<p>“But Fontenelle is continually trying to locate
+it,” suggested Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, but he has no more idea where to look
+for it than a child in a cradle. There is a place
+down the river where he thinks it might once have
+existed, but he has no clews of any kind.”</p>
+
+<p>“Hasn’t even a map?” asked Clay, resolved to
+know exactly, as far as possible, what knowledge
+the Fontenelles had of the lost channel.</p>
+
+<p>“No, not even a map,” answered the chief. “I
+tell you that the family has absolutely nothing to
+go by. Young Fontenelle, who is making most of
+the searches now, only goes out to please his father
+and to give his friends a pleasant summer vacation.”</p>
+
+<p>And so the crude map which had been so mysteriously
+delivered to the boys was an entirely new
+element in the case! Who had drawn it, who had
+connived at its delivery, who had supplied the information
+buried in the legends of more than three
+hundred years!</p>
+
+<p>Clay puzzled over the matter while the chief
+chatted with the other boys, but could reach no
+conclusion. Again he was tempted to reveal to
+an outsider the existence of the map, and again he
+forced himself to silence when the words were
+almost on his lips.</p>
+
+<p>“I shall be laughed at if I say anything about
+the map,” he mused. “The chief will tell me that
+many a joke has been played on the Fontenelles,
+and that this was intended to be another. He will
+tell me that the <i>Rambler</i> was mistaken for the
+<i>Cartier</i>, and that there is no mystery, but only
+fraud, connected with either one of the messages
+we received that night.”</p>
+
+<p>“You spoke of the Fontenelle claim in connection
+with the strange conduct of this boy Max,” the
+chief finally said to Clay. “Why did you do that?
+Can you see any possible connection between the
+two?”</p>
+
+<p>Then Clay told of the boy’s appearance on the
+<i>Rambler</i>, referring also to the fact that he had
+been accompanied, apparently, by men who sought
+to seize the <i>Rambler</i> after it had been beached.</p>
+
+<p>“And Fontenelle claims that these men were
+not river pirates at all,” Clay went on, “but says
+they are ruffians sent out to prevent his making a
+thorough search of the district where his father
+believes the lost channel to have been. In that case,
+this boy Max might in some way be connected with
+the enemies of the Fontenelles.”</p>
+
+<p>“That is very true,” answered the chief, “and
+I’ll keep my eye on him after this, although I don’t
+take much stock in this lost charter business, at all.”</p>
+
+<p>After a pleasant hour the chief shook hands with
+the boys and departed. Then the <i>Rambler</i> was
+headed upstream again. The boys had had enough
+of Quebec during that one night.</p>
+
+<p>Thirty miles or more up the St. Lawrence from
+Quebec, the Jacques Cartier river enters the St.
+Lawrence from the north. The boys sighted the
+mouth of the stream just before twelve o’clock.
+At the same moment they saw a river steamer coming
+down toward them. The steamer was large
+for one plying above Quebec, and, fearing that the
+wash from her propeller would make trouble for
+the <i>Rambler</i>, they edged over to the mouth of the
+entering stream, in front of which lay a great,
+partly submerged sand bar.</p>
+
+<p>The steamer came down, whistling and ringing,
+and the boys signaled for her to pass off to the
+right. Apparently scornful of so small a craft, the
+pilot kept her headed directly down stream in a
+course which would have brought about a collision
+with the motor boat.</p>
+
+<p>The boys swung away toward the sand bar, trusting
+to good luck to keep them clear of it.</p>
+
+<p>Just as she came opposite the bar, the helmsman
+of the steamer did what he should have done before,
+turned the prow sharply to the south. A wall
+of water from the stern of the boat came sweeping
+down upon the <i>Rambler</i>.</p>
+
+<p>It caught her broadside, and in an instant she
+was beached high and dry on the bar, lying with her
+keel exposed and the furniture and fixtures in the
+cabin and store rooms rattling about like hailstones
+in a blizzard.</p>
+
+<p>Tumbling heels over head, catching at the gunwale,
+scrambling away so as to be beyond reach of
+the boat if she should go over farther, the four
+boys, the bulldog and the bear brought up on the
+hot, dry sand.</p>
+
+<p>Alex sat up, brushed the sand from his eyes,
+felt tenderly of a peeled nose, and shook his fist at
+the departing steamer.</p>
+
+<p>“You might come back here and pull us off,” he
+shouted.</p>
+
+<p>The people on the steamer gathered at the rail
+for a moment to laugh and joke at the plight in
+which they had left the boys, and then evidently
+forgot all about it.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, what do you think of that?” cried Jule.
+“We’re thrown out of water for the first time in
+the history of the <i>Rambler</i>. Do you suppose she’s
+busted up much, Clay?”</p>
+
+<p>“Aw, you couldn’t bust her up with a cannon,”
+shouted Alex. “We’ve probably lost some provisions,
+but this river will feed us all right.”</p>
+
+<p>As for Teddy and Captain Joe, they turned astonished
+eyes at the boat which they had never seen
+in exactly that position before and started to
+clamber back on board. Teddy shambled clumsily
+up on deck, but Captain Joe, evidently changing
+his mind, returned to the hot sand and lay down.</p>
+
+<p>In a moment a great crash came from on board
+the motor boat. Then Teddy came rolling down
+the incline of the deck hugging close to his breast
+with two capable paws, and taking many a bump
+in order that he might save his burden, a two
+quart can of strained honey.</p>
+
+<p>“That stream,” Alex said, “will be just about
+large enough to clean up the bear after he has
+finished with that stolen honey.”</p>
+
+<p>“That ain’t no stream,” said Jule, “That’s the
+lost channel.”</p>
+
+<p>Teddy ran away to a distant part of the bar
+to eat his honey in peace, and the boys ruefully
+watched the river in hope of rescue.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink12'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XII—RIVERMEN WITH A THIRST</a></h2>
+
+<p>“A lost channel and a lost boat! Still if we
+didn’t have adventures just like this, we’d be contented
+to remain on the South Branch in Chicago,”
+said Case. “It wouldn’t have been any fun
+if we had passed up the St. Lawrence without
+getting dumped on the sand.”</p>
+
+<p>“Say, kid,” Jule said, pointing to Alex, “do you
+think you can swim over to the shore?”</p>
+
+<p>“Swim over yourself!” advised Alex. “What
+do you want me to swim over for?”</p>
+
+<p>“To get timber to block up this boat so you can
+cook dinner,” laughed Jule. “We can’t live on the
+sand which is here—that’s a pun, eh?”</p>
+
+<p>“What have we got for dinner?” Clay asked,
+ignoring the pun. “Perhaps I’d better go aboard
+and look over our larder.”</p>
+
+<p>“If you want to know where I’m going to
+get my dinner,” Alex observed, “just look down
+into the river. Those fish look pretty good to
+me, and I’m hungry enough to eat a whale.”</p>
+
+<p>“If the time ever comes when you’re not hungry,”
+Case cut in, “the sun will rise in the west.
+You’re empty to your heels.”</p>
+
+<p>“And I’m glad of it, too,” Alex shouted back.
+“But what I want to know,” he continued, “is how
+we’re ever going to get off this bar.”</p>
+
+<p>“If we stay right here,” Case advised, “some
+boat will come along and pull us off. You don’t
+have to do anything unless you want to.”</p>
+
+<p>But at that moment there were no boats in
+sight. Instead, a great raft of hewn timbers with
+a rough shanty in the middle of it came drifting
+down. Half a dozen river men ran to the edge
+of the float and eyed the <i>Rambler</i> keenly. They
+seemed amused at what had happened.</p>
+
+<p>“Ship ahoy!” one of them called.</p>
+
+<p>“Give us a rope,” Jule shouted.</p>
+
+<p>“Got anything on board?” the man called back.</p>
+
+<p>“What do you mean by anything?” Jule asked.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, anything under a cork!” answered the
+other.</p>
+
+<p>“Row over here with a couple of cases and
+we’ll pay you for them,” said another voice.</p>
+
+<p>“What do you take this for, a floating saloon?”
+asked Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s what!” came back over the water. “If
+you don’t send over something, we’ll come and
+get it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Now that’s a nice proposition,” Case said to
+Clay. “Here we get turned almost bottom-side up
+on a sand bar, and a lot of wops think we’re bartenders
+and have whiskey to sell.”</p>
+
+<p>“We ought not to let them on the bar at all,”
+Alex advised. “If they get here and can’t find
+what they want, they’re liable to take anything
+they can get their hands on. I’m for pulling out
+the guns and spattering a little lead over the
+water.”</p>
+
+<p>“Are you going to send it over?” called the
+man from the raft.</p>
+
+<p>“Go take a drink out of the river!” advised
+Jule.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll show you whether we will or not!”</p>
+
+<p>All this time the raft had been drifting down
+stream, and the <i>Rambler</i> had, of course, remained
+stationary. As the man uttered this implied
+threat, he cast off the line of a boat, motioned to
+two men who stood near, and the three entered
+and began rowing toward the sand bar.</p>
+
+<p>“We’ll overtake you in a half an hour,” the man
+who had done most of the talking from the raft
+called out to his companions, “and we’ll bring
+back something cheering if it is to be had on
+that boat.”</p>
+
+<p>“About the only thing you’ll get on this boat,”
+Case shouted, “will be bullets. If you don’t sheer
+away, you’ll get a volley right now.”</p>
+
+<p>The men stopped rowing and backed water as
+the boys drew their automatics and stood in a
+row at the edge of the bar.</p>
+
+<p>“Aw, come on kids, give us a couple of cases
+and we’ll go on our way. We’re going to get it
+anyhow.”</p>
+
+<p>“There isn’t a drop of intoxicating liquor on
+board,” Clay assured the man. “This is not a bumboat.
+We’re just boys out on a pleasure trip.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s what they all say!” roared a husky
+brute from the fast disappearing raft. “Go on,
+Steve, and get the goods.”</p>
+
+<p>“You bet I will!” answered the raftsman, and
+again the men bent to their oars. Clay fired a
+warning shot and the boat paused again for a
+moment.</p>
+
+<p>“Will you send us a case?” shouted the leader
+of the boat party.</p>
+
+<p>“Send you a case of cartridges!” laughed Alex.</p>
+
+<p>Two of the men now turned to the oars in order
+to keep the boat from drifting farther down, while
+the leader sat close to their seat, saying something
+to them in a low tone. The two oarsmen were
+shaking their heads, but the other was beating one
+hand against the other vigorously.</p>
+
+<p>“I know,” the boys heard him say, raising his
+voice as he became excited “that that is the same
+boat, and that these are the same boys. You remember
+what I told you when I came up the river
+on a fast boat and hired out on the raft!”</p>
+
+<p>The boys could not hear the reply, but presently
+the leader’s voice sounded again above the wash
+of the river. He was evidently under great excitement,
+and was speaking rapidly and vehemently.</p>
+
+<p>“There is more value in that motor boat,” he
+said, “than there is in the whole raft. What does
+it matter if the timber does float down without
+us? We’ve got a boat and can put up any old
+yarn that comes to mind.”</p>
+
+<p>The rowers still seemed to object to the plan
+the leader seemed to be urging, and finally the
+boat was allowed to drift down with the current.</p>
+
+<p>“This old world is a pretty small place after
+all,” Clay remarked as the stern of the rowboat
+disappeared around a little bend. “If you don’t
+believe it, just consider the events of this trip. We
+meet Max on the river and he laps over on us at
+Quebec. We meet outlaws on a rocky island three
+hundred miles away, and they show themselves
+at the mouth of the Jacques Cartier river.”</p>
+
+<p>“And we’re likely to meet them again, unless
+I’m very much mistaken,” Case warned. “I don’t
+believe they went down after the raft at all.”</p>
+
+<p>“What was that you said about swimming over
+to the shore?” asked Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“To get a fish for dinner,” Jule cried.</p>
+
+<p>Alex dashed into the cabin, tumbled about in
+the wreckage for a short time, and came out clad
+only in a bathing suit.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m going to swim to shore all right,” he said,
+“but I’m not going over there to get a fish for
+dinner.”</p>
+
+<p>“If you see one, catch him by the tail,” Case
+shouted as the boy entered the water.</p>
+
+<p>Alex wrinkled a bruised nose in the direction
+of the sand bar and dived under, to reappear on
+the shore line a couple of seconds later.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, what do you think that little monkey
+is after?” asked Jule.</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe and Teddy seemed to be asking
+themselves the same question. At any rate, they
+decided to go and see, and both were soon in the
+water. The boys saw Alex race up a sandy bluff
+and disappear in a thicket.</p>
+
+<p>Here and there on the other side of the river
+were scattered houses, but he seemed to pay no
+attention to these. The animals trotted after him
+and soon all were out of sight. The boy was
+gone only a short time and when he returned on
+board and dressed his face looked anxious.</p>
+
+<p>“Do you know,” he said, “those fellows never
+went down the river at all. They dropped down
+under the bend and landed. If we don’t get off
+this sand bar this afternoon, we’ll have to sit up
+all night waiting for trouble.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then we’ll get off this afternoon,” Case
+observed. “I’m so constituted that I have to have
+my sleep regularly.”</p>
+
+<p>“Keep me awake nights if you want to,”
+laughed Alex, “but don’t let me go hungry! I
+was reared a pet and can’t stand it.”</p>
+
+<p>There were now various crafts in sight on the
+river, but none came near the bar. Signals made
+by the boys met with no response.</p>
+
+<p>“They are a suspicious lot of fellows,” Clay
+decided.</p>
+
+<p>After several vessels had passed without paying
+any attention to the shouts and signals of the
+boys, they gave up trying to secure immediate assistance
+and devoted themselves to the preparation
+of dinner—to the great joy of Captain and the
+eminent disgust of Teddy, the cub, who had certainly
+eaten too much honey.</p>
+
+<p>The cabin was indeed in bad shape, standing at
+an angle of about thirty degrees. Many of the
+dishes were broken, and some of the food which
+had been cooked in the morning lay in a messy
+heap on the floor.</p>
+
+<p>However, the boys managed to boil coffee and
+cook eggs, and so, with bread and butter and
+canned food, they made a very good meal.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, what are we going to do?” asked Jule.
+“We can never get this boat off alone, and the
+vessels on the river won’t help us.”</p>
+
+<p>“I wonder if the tide doesn’t come up here?”
+asked Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“If it does, it was not far from high tide when
+we struck the sand bar,” Jule replied, “and the situation
+will grow worse instead of better.”</p>
+
+<p>“Let’s get out our shovels and dig a canal to
+the river,” Case suggested. “We can’t play any
+Robinson Crusoe stunt here very long.”</p>
+
+<p>“And the bold, bad men from the raft will be
+down on us to-night if we stay,” Alex added, “so
+I’m for doing anything to get off the bar.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys were actually preparing to dig a
+trench across the bar when a steamer to which
+they called more as a matter of form than with
+any expectation of receiving assistance, turned toward
+their side of the river and slowed down.</p>
+
+<p>“Hello, there, boys,” came a voice from the
+bridge. “You must have been having a head-on
+collision with a sand bar.”</p>
+
+<p>“Why,” Clay exclaimed, “that’s Captain
+Morgan! What was it I was saying about this being
+a pretty small world?”</p>
+
+<p>“Right you are, Captain,” called Case. “We’re
+up against it all right. Can you send us a line?”</p>
+
+<p>“Certainly,” answered the captain. “I’ll have
+you out of that in no time.”</p>
+
+<p>And he did! The line was sent in a rowboat,
+attached to the prow of the <i>Rambler</i> and slowly,
+steadily, so as not to strain the timbers or produce
+cracks in the hull, the motor boat was drawn
+from her uncomfortable position, practically uninjured.
+Clay was soon grasping the captain by the
+hand. The other boys shouted their greetings and
+remained on board to tidy up the <i>Rambler</i>.</p>
+
+<p>“Young man,” Captain Morgan said, “if I had
+a hundred boys, and the whole mess of them, combined
+and individual, got into as many scrapes as
+you four kids do, I’d keep them under lock and
+key!”</p>
+
+<p>“You’d miss a lot of fun if you did,” said Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“When you get a hold of a nice, choice mess of
+boys, like the <i>Rambler</i> crew, you want to give them
+plenty of room and fresh air. They’ll come out
+all right!”</p>
+
+<p>“You do, at any rate,” admitted the captain.
+“Let’s see,” he added, “what was it you were going
+to find when I left you? A lost channel or
+something like that? You didn’t find it, did you?”</p>
+
+<p>“We found a scrap, and a lot of ruffians, and
+a friend,” Clay replied, “and that’s all we did find,
+but we haven’t given it up.”</p>
+
+<p>“And that’s all you ever will find,” declared the
+captain. “There may be a lost channel somewhere
+in the world. In fact, there is one on the
+New York side up near the big lake, but I’m
+afraid you are wasting your time. Why don’t
+you come on down the river with me?”</p>
+
+<p>“That would never do,” Clay replied. “When
+we left the delta of the Mississippi, we promised
+ourselves that we would look over every inch of
+the St. Lawrence, and we’re going to do it. We’re
+going to Lake Ontario and then back to find the
+lost channel. And after that, we’re going to return
+to Ogdensburg and ship the <i>Rambler</i> to little
+old Chicago. That is, unless we decide to sail up
+the lakes.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, good luck to you,” said Captain Morgan,
+as Clay passed down the side of the <i>Sybil</i>. “If I
+get tangled up with a lost channel anywhere, I’ll
+send it to you by parcel post. Why, you boys can
+make a lost channel easier than you can find one.”</p>
+
+<p>“But it wouldn’t be half so much fun,” Clay
+said, stepping into the rowboat. “We’re having
+lots of sport on the St. Lawrence all the same!”</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink13'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XIII—A MEETING AT MONTREAL</a></h2>
+
+<p>As Clay was being rowed back to the <i>Rambler</i>,
+one of the sailors called his attention to three men
+standing on the shore of the river not far away
+from the intersecting stream. They stood looking
+down at the <i>Rambler</i> for a short time, and then
+disappeared around the angle of a bluff.</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps those men want to be taken off,” suggested
+the sailor.</p>
+
+<p>“They need their heads taken off,” Clay observed.
+“I am certain from what I overheard
+that one of the men was with the outlaws down
+the stream. They left a timber raft here, as I believe,
+for the sole purpose of attacking us in the
+night and trying to get our motor boat away from
+us.”</p>
+
+<p>“I should imagine from the build of the boat,”
+the other observed, “that they would have to do
+some pretty fast traveling if they caught the
+<i>Rambler</i> now that she is free. She must be a speedy
+boat.”</p>
+
+<p>“She certainly is,” Clay replied. “She’s built
+like an ocean-going tug.”</p>
+
+<p>After Clay landed on deck the boys held what
+they called a council of war. They were not exactly
+looking for trouble, still they did not like the
+idea of sailing off upstream and leaving the outlaws
+unpunished.</p>
+
+<p>“They bunted into us,” Alex insisted, “and
+we ought to do something to them. If they take
+their boat and row down after the timber raft, I’d
+like to follow them in the <i>Rambler</i> and tip them
+over.”</p>
+
+<p>The others felt in about the same way, but it
+was finally decided to go on up the river to Montreal,
+remain there for a couple of days, and so
+pass on to the great lakes.</p>
+
+<p>“If we can keep Alex in the boat at Montreal,
+we’ll be doing a good job,” Jule said. “He’s been
+lost in about every city we’ve come to, and I think
+he ought to be locked in the cabin just as soon as
+we touch the pier. It isn’t safe to turn him loose
+at night.”</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” Alex agreed, “you may lock me
+up any old night when I want to sleep. That will
+keep me from standing guard.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys anchored in a cove that night, well
+out of the wash of passing steamers, and in the
+middle of the following afternoon, saw the spires
+of Montreal. They gazed at the great mountainous
+bluff which lies above and beyond the city
+with wondering eyes. There battles had been lost
+and won. The flags of France and Great Britain
+had in turn floated over the city from the heights
+they saw.</p>
+
+<p>The boys decided that night to spend the whole
+of the following day in the historic city. They
+came to anchor in a slip some distance from the
+town itself, and, for a wonder, passed an undisturbed
+night.</p>
+
+<p>Early the following morning Clay and Jule set
+out to view the sights, it being understood that
+Alex and Case were to have their freedom in the
+afternoon. At first the two boys kept to the river
+front, examining the vessels they saw, and wondering
+if their fate would ever lead them to all the
+countries the craft represented.</p>
+
+<p>As they turned away from the water front, Jule
+lifted his face and sniffed the air enjoyably.</p>
+
+<p>“Do you know,” he said, “this is the first
+place I’ve struck for several days where the scent
+of the lost channel hasn’t been in my nostrils.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’ve got so you can smell the lost channel
+now, have you?” grinned Clay. “That may be a
+good thing for our future use.”</p>
+
+<p>“I can’t smell the channel,” Jule replied, “but
+I can scent the danger of it. Say, boy,” he added,
+“We’re going to have trouble when we go back to
+dig up the Fontenelle charter.”</p>
+
+<p>“We came out for adventure, didn’t we?” asked
+Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I’m not kicking,” Jule exclaimed. “If I
+get mine, you’ll get yours, too. The only way to
+have any fun in this world is to go where the fun
+is. You can’t meet with adventures by staying in
+bed at home.”</p>
+
+<p>As the boys proceeded up the street, an officer
+in uniform standing on the corner beckoned to
+them.</p>
+
+<p>“Say, boys,” he said, “do you know those two
+men just behind you?”</p>
+
+<p>The boys turned and looked back.</p>
+
+<p>There were many moving figures and faces in
+the street, but none which attracted the especial
+attention of the lads. They looked inquiringly at
+the policeman, who stood with a puzzled expression
+on his face.</p>
+
+<p>“Which two men?” asked Jule.</p>
+
+<p>“Why,” replied the officer, “the two men who
+have followed you for the last four blocks, stopping
+when you stopped and going on when you
+advanced. I came up the street on the other side
+just behind you, and couldn’t help observing what
+was going on.”</p>
+
+<p>“Now,” said Clay, turning to Jule, “what do
+you think about having lost the scent of the lost
+channel?”</p>
+
+<p>“I begin to smell it in the air right now,” was
+the reply.</p>
+
+<p>The policeman looked at the two boys inquiringly.</p>
+
+<p>“What do you know about the lost channel?”
+he asked.</p>
+
+<p>“Not a thing!” replied Jule. “There isn’t any
+lost channel.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then I’ve been hearing a lot about nothing
+lately,” smiled the officer. “Somehow, the newspapers
+have been full of it lately.”</p>
+
+<p>“Did they say anything about that scrap we had
+on an island below Quebec?” asked Case. “We
+haven’t seen a paper lately.”</p>
+
+<p>“They said something about four boys being
+attacked, down the river, and a great deal about
+a quest for a lost channel,” replied the policeman.</p>
+
+<p>“And about a scrap in Quebec?” asked Jule.</p>
+
+<p>“Sure,” said the officer. “That made half a
+column. Are you boys from the <i>Rambler</i>? If so,
+where is the boat?”</p>
+
+<p>“We’re from the <i>Rambler</i> all right,” Clay replied,
+“and it looks as if some of our friends from
+down stream are still after us. Can you describe
+the men you saw following us? What do they
+look like?”</p>
+
+<p>“Just tough riverside characters,” answered the
+officer. “That is how I came to notice them
+closely. Such people are rarely seen as far up in
+the city as this. They prefer the lower dives.”</p>
+
+<p>“We had trouble with some men from a raft
+back here a little ways,” Jule explained, “and these
+may be the fellows. Anyway, we’re going to
+look out for ourselves and thank you very much
+for having called our attention to the incident.
+We’ll be careful.”</p>
+
+<p>The policeman went down the street, swinging
+his club, and the boys turned and faced each other
+with questions in their eyes.</p>
+
+<p>“What’s coming off here?” Jule asked.</p>
+
+<p>“Seems to me like a game of tag,” Clay replied.
+“From the moment we left the deck of the <i>Sybil</i>,
+across the river from the egg-shaped peninsula
+near St. Luce, we have been It. Some one has
+been after us night and day. Now, what are we
+going to do about it?”</p>
+
+<p>“I could tell you better if we knew whether the
+men referred to by the officers are the enemies of
+the Fontenelles or just plain river pirates seeking
+to seize the <i>Rambler</i>. What do you think?”</p>
+
+<p>“So far as that is concerned,” Clay replied, “it
+makes but little difference. They all give us trouble,
+and I propose for once that we run away from
+them. I’m more in love with the river than the
+men we’re likely to meet on it, so we’ll get to the
+quiet spots.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you mean that we ought to go back to the
+<i>Rambler</i> right now and cut Montreal off our visiting
+list?” asked Jule.</p>
+
+<p>“In my judgment, that is what we ought to do.”</p>
+
+<p>Jule faced about instantly and started toward
+the river.</p>
+
+<p>“Come on then!” he said. “I’m game for it!”</p>
+
+<p>The boy had turned under the impulse of
+the moment without sensing that he was on a
+crowded pavement in the heart of a big city. As
+he swung about, he almost bumped noses with a pedestrian
+who, in company with another, had been
+walking only a couple of yards behind him.</p>
+
+<p>The man was clothed in the garb of a waterside
+character, but it was very plain to the boy that
+the costume had been assumed for the purpose of
+disguise. His complexion was smooth and clear,
+his eyes keen and penetrating, and his whole manner
+and attitude proclaimed education and native
+refinement. For an instant Jule and the man stood
+looking each other squarely in the eyes.</p>
+
+<p>“Step aside, lad, step aside,” said the disguised
+man, in a voice far from unpleasant. “Don’t be
+blocking the way.”</p>
+
+<p>“Is this your street?” demanded Jule willing to
+continue the conversation in order that he might
+have a more prolonged view of the man opposite
+him. “If it is, you better take it with you when
+you go on.”</p>
+
+<p>The man Jule was watching so closely seemed to
+understand that he was under suspicion, and,
+seizing his companion by the arm, the two passed on
+together, turning their heads now and then to watch
+the progress of the boys down the street.</p>
+
+<p>“Did you see that?” asked Jule as the boys
+stepped along.</p>
+
+<p>“Did I see what?” asked Clay. “I heard a
+voice, that’s all!”</p>
+
+<p>“That was Sherlock Holmes in disguise. Did
+you catch on?”</p>
+
+<p>“Not than I am aware of!” laughed Clay.
+“What about it?”</p>
+
+<p>Jule explained what he had observed in the man
+against whom the pressure of the crowd had
+brought him, and Clay agreed that the man he had
+heard speak in a remarkably pleasant tone had not
+been following them by accident.</p>
+
+<p>“Those two men,” he said, “are the fellows
+the policeman referred to.”</p>
+
+<p>“But why should men like those be following
+us?” asked Jule. “Why, he looked like a banker,
+or a lawyer, or a preacher. And what did he have
+that kind of a rig on for? It’s mighty funny.”</p>
+
+<p>“You may search me,” Clay answered. “The
+incident only confirms the opinion expressed not
+long ago that we ought to get out of this city immediately.
+Alex and Case can take their outing in
+some other town.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys walked swiftly down the street for a
+couple of blocks, turned into a side thoroughfare,
+called a taxi, and were driven swiftly back along
+a parallel street for two blocks.</p>
+
+<p>There they dismissed the cab, at the corner of
+the main street, and walked along looking for the
+two men they suspected of hostile intentions.</p>
+
+<p>In the middle of the first block they came upon
+them, walking slowly, and peering to right and
+left, as if anxiously searching for some one.</p>
+
+<p>“That settles it!” Clay said. “We’ll go back to
+the <i>Rambler</i> and disappear. Once we get started,
+there isn’t a boat on the river that can catch us.
+We’ll fool these fellows for once.”</p>
+
+<p>When the story of the morning had been told
+to Alex and Case, they rather wanted to remain
+in the city, just “to get a line on the fellows,” as
+Alex explained, but they finally consented to an
+immediate departure.</p>
+
+<p>That night the <i>Rambler</i> lay at anchor at the
+mouth of a small creek on the south side of the
+St. Lawrence river. Just above them lay a wooded
+island, occupied at this time by a colony of vacationists.</p>
+
+<p>The <i>Rambler</i> had fought her way through the
+canal, and now lay only a short distance below
+the border of Lake St. Frances.</p>
+
+<p>The boys built a roaring fire on shore and
+cooked supper there, but made no arrangements for
+sleeping out of doors. The blaze brought several
+people from a little settlement not far away, and
+the boys rather enjoyed their company. After a
+time Clay whispered to Jule:</p>
+
+<p>“Stick your nose up in the air, kid, and see if
+you can get a scent of the lost channel in this
+crowd!”</p>
+
+<p>“Nothing doing!” Jule answered with a grin.</p>
+
+<p>“Now we’ll see whether there is or not,” Clay
+said.</p>
+
+<p>He turned to an elderly gentleman who sat by
+his side and asked:</p>
+
+<p>“I have heard that there is a lost channel on
+the American side just this side of Lake Ontario.
+Is that true?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” said the man with a smile, “and I have
+heard that there is a lost channel down below
+Quebec, too. And I read in the newspaper that
+you boys were in search of it. Is that so?”</p>
+
+<p>Clay faced Jule with a smile on his face.</p>
+
+<p>“Whatever we do,” he said, “we can’t escape
+the lost channel.”</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink14'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XIV—AN OLD FRIEND APPEARS</a></h2>
+
+<p>“How did this channel get lost?” Alex asked
+with a whimsical smile.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” replied the other, “I don’t believe there
+is a lost channel. You may go down the St. Lawrence
+river, up one side and down the other—and
+I’ve been over every inch of it—and you can’t find
+any place for a lost channel, unless you locate it
+at a headland which was once an island. In that
+case, there might be a lost channel. But the charts
+of the river for two hundred years show no such
+change in conformation.”</p>
+
+<p>“That seems to be conclusive,” Clay suggested.</p>
+
+<p>“Conclusive? Of course it is, but you can’t
+make this man Fontenelle believe it. Now, look
+here, stranger,” he went on, “I’ve read what the
+newspapers say about you, and I know that you
+intend to go back there and look for that lost channel.
+Is that right?”</p>
+
+<p>“It seems to me that the newspapers are advertising
+us pretty thoroughly,” Clay observed.
+“Every one seems to know all about us.”</p>
+
+<p>“Of course!” assented the older man. “You
+boys and your boat are about as well known on
+this river, by reputation at least, as Lawyer Martin,
+and he’s been doing a heap of traveling up
+and down lately. Why, Lawyer Martin was right
+here the very day the Quebec newspapers printed
+the story that you boys were going to find the lost
+channel. He read the story and jumped.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, sir! He jumped like a man going to
+locate an oil claim. I rowed him out to the first
+steamer that came along, and heard him offer the
+captain a big wad of money if he would gain time
+on the trip to Quebec.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you think the story about the lost channel
+had anything to do with his sudden departure?”
+asked Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, sir. Yes, sir,” was the reply. “He didn’t
+tell me what he suspected or feared, but he hurried
+away to find out what was going on just the
+same. And he hurried away right soon.”</p>
+
+<p>“Is he in any way interested in the Fontenelle
+charter?” asked Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“Interested?” repeated the other. “I should
+say he was! Why, he’s the lawyer for all of us
+fellows who will be turned off our farms if the
+charter should be found and sustained.”</p>
+
+<p>“I see,” said Clay, “I see!”</p>
+
+<p>“Now,” whispered Jule, giving Clay a nudge
+in the side, “we’ll find out who the disguised man
+was. It might have been this Lawyer Martin.”</p>
+
+<p>“What kind of a looking man is Mr. Martin?”
+asked Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“Mighty nice looking fellow,” was the reply.
+“Shows breeding and culture all the way through,
+just like a thoroughbred horse shows what he’s
+got in him. His face is as white as a woman’s
+and his eyes are as clear as a girl’s!</p>
+
+<p>“He neither drinks nor smokes, and he is about
+the best play actor you ever saw on the stage.
+Put a river man’s rig on him and he looks like
+a river man.</p>
+
+<p>“Dress him up like a preacher, and you’d think
+he had the bible by heart. He’s been in our schoolhouse
+many a time on his trips here, showing the
+boys and girls how to conduct a commencement
+exhibition. Oh, he’s mighty popular all along the
+river!”</p>
+
+<p>Another nudge and whisper from Jule.</p>
+
+<p>“Blonde or black?” the boy suggested.</p>
+
+<p>“I think I know the man,” Clay went on, following
+the lead again. “He has very black eyes,
+hasn’t he? And a nose with a little hump on it,
+and a wide, straight mouth and thin lips.”</p>
+
+<p>“No, sir. No, sir,” was the reply. “He’s got
+light hair and blue eyes, and a straight nose, and
+a mouth that isn’t wide nor straight. Mighty
+handsome man, is Lawyer Martin. We all like
+him up here!”</p>
+
+<p>“And you will lose your farm if this charter
+is found and sustained?” asked Clay. “You and
+many of your neighbors?”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s what they say,” replied the other,
+“though, of course, it will depend upon what
+young Fontenelle says about it.”</p>
+
+<p>“The courts might not sustain the charter,”
+suggested Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh well, we’re not worrying about it,” was the
+reply. “We’re leaving the whole case to Lawyer
+Martin.”</p>
+
+<p>As the night advanced the residents left the
+campfire and returned to their homes, while the
+boys sought their bunks on board the <i>Rambler</i>.</p>
+
+<p>“What was it some one said about a small
+world?” asked Clay. “Who was it that said that
+a face once seen was sure to cross our paths in
+future years? Was it the same man who said
+that a note of music once struck revolves around
+the earth for countless millions of years, never
+ceasing, never reaching mortal ears, but making its
+way through space forever?”</p>
+
+<p>“Hold on!” Alex cried. “Come down from
+the stars if you want to talk to us.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Clay went on, “every person we have
+met at our stopping-places has been seen or heard
+of at the next stopping-place. We meet a disguised
+man on the street at Montreal. We come
+to a campfire by the riverside, miles above the
+city, to learn why he was disguised, and why he
+was following us. As we have said several times
+lately, this is a pretty small world. The man you
+meet to-day may walk in your path forever!”</p>
+
+<p>The boys were astir early in the morning. They
+cooked breakfast on the shore, watched by inquisitive
+boys and girls, and then proceeded upstream.
+They passed beautiful Lake St. Frances
+long before noon, and just as night fell tied up
+at a lower pier at Ogdensburg. As soon as
+supper had been eaten, Alex and Captain Joe started
+away together.</p>
+
+<p>“Here, where are you boys going?” asked Clay.
+“I say boys because Captain Joe has more sense
+than Alex,” he added, turning to the others. “At
+least Captain Joe doesn’t get lost very often.”</p>
+
+<p>“Right over here on the river front,” Alex replied,
+“is where the Rutland Transit Company
+boats dock. Those boats are fresh from Chicago,
+and I’m going over to see if I can get a drink of
+Lake Michigan water!”</p>
+
+<p>“If you go over there with that dog,” Case declared,
+“the sailors will steal him. That dog is
+about as well known in Chicago as Carter H. Harrison.
+He’s had his picture in every one of the
+Chicago newspapers.”</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” replied Alex. “If they catch him
+and take him back to Chicago, they’ll have to take
+me with him.”</p>
+
+<p>The boy took his departure, accompanied by
+the dog, and the others sat down to a quiet evening
+in the cabin. They had had several pleasant
+days and many thrilling adventures on the St.
+Lawrence river.</p>
+
+<p>There remained now only about a hundred miles
+of travel, Lake Ontario being only that distance
+away. But included in that hundred miles were
+all the beautiful islands, great and small, which
+have made the St. Lawrence river famous.</p>
+
+<p>The pleasantest part of their trip was yet to
+come.</p>
+
+<p>While the boys lay in the cabin, with the lights
+all out as usual, a heavy step sounded on the deck,
+and there came a sharp rap at the cabin door. The
+boys sprang out of their bunks instantly.</p>
+
+<p>“What’s coming off now?” whispered Jule.
+“Anyway, this fellow has more manners than our
+other night visitors.”</p>
+
+<p>Clay stepped to the door, searchlight in hand,
+and turned a circle of flame on the face of the
+newcomer. Then he dropped the electric and
+sprang forward. The boys were getting ready
+with their automatics when they heard his voice
+speaking in great excitement.</p>
+
+<p>“Captain Joe!” he cried. “Captain Joe!
+Where the dickens did you come from? What are
+you doing at Ogdensburg?”</p>
+
+<p>“I might ask the same question of you,” replied
+the hearty old ex-captain. “To tell you the truth,
+lad,” he went on, “I’ve been so lonesome ever
+since you boys left the South Branch that I’ve
+done quite a lot of traveling, for an old man. Several
+times I’ve been almost up with you but you
+always got away.”</p>
+
+<p>“You never came all the way up here to visit
+us?” asked Case.</p>
+
+<p>“To be honest about it, boys,” the ex-captain
+replied, “I just did that very thing. I’ve got a
+friend who is captain of the Rutland boat which
+arrived this evening, and I came on with him.
+Mighty fine trip we had, too. And how are you
+all, and where is Alex and my namesake?”</p>
+
+<p>“You wouldn’t know Captain Joe,” laughed
+Clay. “He’s got to be the biggest, fiercest, wisest,
+pluckiest bulldog in the world.”</p>
+
+<p>“And Teddy bear! You remember him of
+course,” Jule put in. “He ate up two pirates
+down the river, body and bones, and is so fat that
+we have to help him out of bed. Great bear, that!”</p>
+
+<p>“Boys, boys,” warned Captain Joe. “Don’t
+exaggerate. I’ve always told you not to exaggerate.
+Do you think Captain Joe will know me?”</p>
+
+<p>“Of course he will,” said Case. “Captain Joe
+never forgets a friend.”</p>
+
+<p>“And now that you are here,” Clay put in, “you
+are going to remain with us while we go back
+down the St. Lawrence to St. Luce and return
+here. Then we’ll either ship the boat to Chicago
+or take her slowly up the lakes. Won’t that be a
+fine old trip?”</p>
+
+<p>“It listens pretty good to me,” Captain Joe answered.
+“To be honest with you, boys,” he continued,
+“I’ve been wanting a trip on the <i>Rambler</i>,
+but I never felt like getting away until now.”</p>
+
+<p>“You sailed on the St. Lawrence once a good
+many years ago, didn’t you, Captain Joe?” asked
+Jule.</p>
+
+<p>“Did I?” asked Captain Joe extending his
+stubby forefinger by way of emphasis. “Did I sail
+on the St. Lawrence river? Boys, I know every
+inch of it, up one side and down the other and
+through the middle.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then you’ll be a great help to us,” Clay suggested.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, you boys don’t need any help navigating
+a boat on any river,” Captain Joe asserted. “You
+boys are all right! But I was going to tell you
+about the St. Lawrence river.”</p>
+
+<p>“A few years ago, there wasn’t an eddy, nor a
+swirl, nor an island, nor a channel, on the whole
+stream from Wolfe island to the waters of the Atlantic
+that I didn’t know all about. I’ve sailed her
+night and day and I could take a ship down the
+rapids now. Only the government won’t give me
+a license because I can read and write,” he added
+in a sarcastic tone.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, Captain Joe, you’re just the identical
+man we’ve been looking for,” cried Clay. “Several
+hundred years ago an old Frenchman by the
+name of Cartier mislaid a channel down the river.
+Now we want you to help us find that channel!”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, you want to find a channel, do you?”
+laughed Captain Joe. “Well, now, I’ll tell you,
+boys, if that channel has been open at any time
+within the past hundred years, I can find it. Of
+course I wasn’t on the river as long ago as that,
+but my old dad was, and he taught me to read
+the St. Lawrence like a boy reads the stories of
+Captain Kidd.”</p>
+
+<p>“That is fine!” the boys exclaimed in a breath.</p>
+
+<p>Then Clay laughed and nudged his companions
+and said:</p>
+
+<p>“Captain Joe, did you ever hear anybody say
+that this is a mighty small world? If so, do you
+think it’s true?”</p>
+
+<p>“It is bigger than I have ever been able to get
+over,” replied Captain Joe, not understanding.
+“I’ve seen quite a lot of it, but not all.”</p>
+
+<p>Then Clay told the captain of their adventures
+on the St. Lawrence, showing him the two mysterious
+communications, with the understanding that
+he was never to mention their existence to any
+one.</p>
+
+<p>“And so there really is a lost channel?” asked
+Captain Joe.</p>
+
+<p>“You bet there is! There is more than one
+lost channel. Go bite him doggie!”</p>
+
+<p>The voice came from the doorway, and the next
+moment, Alex and Captain Joe, the bulldog, came
+tumbling into the room.</p>
+
+<p>“Say, my namesake is getting to be some dog,”
+shouted the Captain, after the greetings were over.
+“He’s big enough to find a lost channel anywhere.
+And he looks fierce enough, too.”</p>
+
+<p>“He’s always perfectly willing to do his share
+of the looking,” Alex grinned. “And we’re perfectly
+willing to give him a chance to help.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then I’ll take him into partnership,” Captain
+Joe, the man, said, “and we’ll go out hunting for
+what you seek. If there is a lost channel anywhere
+it will go hard if we don’t find it!”</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink15'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XV—THROUGH THE FAMOUS RAPIDS</a></h2>
+
+<p>A special bunk, the softest and springiest that
+could be made, was fitted up for Captain Joe in
+the cabin that night. The old fellow so enjoyed
+visiting with the boys that it was late before they
+went to sleep, and so the sun was well up when they
+left their beds in the morning.</p>
+
+<p>“Now,” Clay said, after all had indulged in a
+short swim in the river, “we’re going to celebrate
+the arrival of Captain Joe by one of Alex’s beefsteak
+breakfasts at a restaurant. Captain Joe has
+traveled so far to see us that we’re not going to
+take any chances on having him poisoned by Case’s
+cooking.”</p>
+
+<p>“Now look here, boys,” Captain Joe remonstrated,
+“I’ve had a good many restaurant meals
+along the South Branch since you boys deserted
+me, and a chef has been cooking for me on the
+Rutland boat, so I propose that we get breakfast
+right here, on the <i>Rambler</i>. It will be a novelty
+for me, anyway.”</p>
+
+<p>“What would you like, Captain?” asked Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” said Captain Joe almost smacking his
+lips, “you know the kind of pancakes they serve
+at the Bismark, Chicago? They’re half an inch
+thick, you know, and as large as the bottom of a
+milk pan. Cost a quarter apiece, and a fellow
+doesn’t want anything more to eat all day! Now,
+you go ahead and make pancakes like we used to
+get at the Bismark.”</p>
+
+<p>“And eggs, and ham, and beans, and coffee,
+and fried potatoes, and canned peaches?” asked
+Case. “We’re sure going to celebrate, Captain
+Joe.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well boys,” said the old captain, “if you want
+to go and make provision tanks of yourselves, you
+can do it, but for my part, I’m going to be careful
+in my eating, as I’m getting old! Just rig me up
+a simple little meal consisting of eight or ten of
+those twenty-five cent pancakes and half a dozen
+eggs and three or four cups of coffee, and I’ll try
+to worry through the day.”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t see how you can get along with
+anything less than a dozen pancakes and a gallon of
+coffee,” laughed Clay, “and I’ll go on shore and
+buy a box of the finest cigars to be had in Ogdensburg.”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe held up a warning finger.</p>
+
+<p>“Now look here, boys,” he said, “you know
+how I used to pull away at that dirty old pipe on
+the South Branch. I used to be ashamed of myself,
+smoking up your quarters, so after you left
+I quit the weed entirely. I haven’t smoked a pipe
+or cigar for a long time,” he added, proudly.</p>
+
+<p>And so the breakfast was prepared as Captain
+Joe directed. The boys set out what little honey
+Teddy hadn’t succeeded in getting hold of, and
+the pancakes were greatly enjoyed. But the Captain
+didn’t finish his stunt.</p>
+
+<p>“You boys are mighty good to an old man like
+me,” he said.</p>
+
+<p>“Mighty good!” repeated Clay. “Don’t you
+remember when some sneak stole all the money
+we had been saving for a year to take us on the
+Amazon trip? Don’t you remember how we hustled
+and got a little more together, and how you
+were afraid we wouldn’t have enough, and might
+go broke in the Andes, and you took two hundred
+dollars and put it in a packet and told us to open
+it when we got into trouble? There is nothing on
+this boat you can’t have, Captain Joe.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” said the old man, “I didn’t need the
+money, and, besides, I got it back. It didn’t cost
+me anything to lend it.”</p>
+
+<p>“We needed it, though,” grinned Alex, “and
+we might have been back there yet if we hadn’t
+had it. You’re the luckiest man I know of or it
+would never have been returned. And we were
+lucky, too.”</p>
+
+<p>“And now, if you don’t mind,” said Captain
+Joe, “we’ll cut all this talk out. I’m going to stay
+with you boys just as long as you’ll let me, and
+I don’t want to hear any more talk about that consarned
+two hundred dollars. I’ve heard too much
+already.”</p>
+
+<p>“We think of it every time we see the white
+bulldog,” laughed Case.</p>
+
+<p>“By the way,” said the Captain, “I’ve got that
+two hundred dollars in my jeans this minute, and
+if you should happen to want any of it just let
+me know. I really don’t know what to do with
+it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Pigs will be flying when we use any more
+of your money, Captain Joe,” Alex smiled.
+“We’ve got plenty of our own.”</p>
+
+<p>After breakfast, with Captain Joe at the helm,
+the boat was turned toward the Great Lakes. It
+was seven o’clock when they left Ogdensburg and
+at ten they were at Alexandria Bay.</p>
+
+<p>“Suppose we keep on the Canadian side going
+up,” Captain Joe suggested, “and then, when we
+come back, we can take the American side.”</p>
+
+<p>“Can you take the boat up and back without
+knocking off any of these headlands?” asked
+Alex with a wink at the Captain.</p>
+
+<p>“Look here, young man,” replied the Captain
+not at all offended, “I was dipping the water into
+this river before you were born. I can take this
+boat within an inch of every island and crag and
+headland between here and Lake Ontario and
+never scrape off an ounce of paint. I’ve sailed on
+the ocean, too, and all up and down the Great
+Lakes. This St. Lawrence river was always like
+a little pet kitten to me.”</p>
+
+<p>According to this suggestion, the captain left
+Alexandria Bay to the south and proceeded over
+to the Canadian side. The boat was now just
+starting in on its run through the famous Thousand
+Islands.</p>
+
+<p>Many times it seemed to the boys as if Captain
+Joe intended to run the craft directly through
+some of the magnificent cottages located high
+above the river, but always the boat turned just
+in time to keep in foot-clear water. The boys stood
+leaning on the gunwale for hours watching the
+splendid panorama of the river.</p>
+
+<p>There were islands rich with verdure; there were
+islets brown and rocky, there were great level
+places hemmed in by the river where magnificent
+summer residences showed against the beauty of
+the landscape.</p>
+
+<p>Now and then summer tourists hailed the <i>Rambler</i>
+from the river, and occasionally girls and
+boys ran down the island piers to greet her with
+the waving of flags. It was a glorious trip.</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe explained many features of the
+stream as they passed up, and as long as the boys
+lived they remembered the shimmer of the sun on
+the island foliage, the white-fringed waves rumpled
+by the light wind, and the voice of the kind
+old man telling them the experiences of a life time.</p>
+
+<p>Just before sundown, after one of the
+pleasantest days they ever experienced, the boys reached
+Kingston. Captain Joe seemed disinclined to leave
+the boat that night, and so the boys spent three
+hours wandering up and down the streets of the
+historic old city. Off to the west lay the famous
+Bay of Quinte. Farther south was Sackett’s Harbor,
+while between the two lay Wolfe island, stuck
+into the mouth of the St. Lawrence river like a
+great plug. The boys enjoyed the night ramble
+immensely.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, Captain Joe,” Clay said in the morning,
+“suppose we circle Wolfe island, inspect the light
+house at Cape Vincent, and spend part of a day at
+Sackett’s Harbor? I don’t know of any better
+way to spend the next twelve hours than in making
+a trip like that.”</p>
+
+<p>“Sackett’s Harbor was a military point during
+the last war with Great Britain,” Jule said, “and
+I’d like to look over the town.”</p>
+
+<p>“Nothing much doing there now in the way of
+guns and soldiers,” Captain Joe said, “but, as you
+say, it would pay you well to spend a day on the
+waters in this vicinity. You may never have the
+chance again.”</p>
+
+<p>So the <i>Rambler</i> headed for Cape Vincent,
+where they stopped long enough to inspect the big
+light, first taking a view of Sackett’s Harbor.
+About noon, they came to Clayton, where they
+paused long enough to inspect several groups of
+islands on the American side.</p>
+
+<p>Then, with Captain Joe still at the helm, the
+boat passed down to Alexandria Bay where they
+tied up for the night.</p>
+
+<p>“To-morrow,” Captain Joe said, as the boys
+made great inroads on the Bismark pancakes
+stacked up on the table, “I’ll take you through the
+Lachine rapids. You’ll find we’ll have to go
+some.”</p>
+
+<p>“You haven’t got any government license!”
+laughed Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“No,” said the old Captain, “I’m not an ignorant
+Indian. I can read and write, and so I can’t
+get a government license, but I’ll tell you what I
+can do. I can take this boat down the Lachine
+without getting a drop of water on the deck.”</p>
+
+<p>The Captain was a little bit inclined to tell what
+he had done and what he could do, but his stories
+were all truthful and interesting, so the boys rather
+enjoyed them, and the captain enjoyed talking.</p>
+
+<p>“You needn’t think we’re going to fly through
+the air on this trip,” Jule said winking at the Captain.
+“We’re going to take about two days to
+get down to the Lachine. We’ll loaf along the
+river to-morrow, making about one hundred miles,
+tie up for the night, and reach Lachine in the
+afternoon of the day after. What do you think of
+that for a program, boys?” he added, turning to
+Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s the way I figured it out,” Clay answered.
+“There is no use in being in a hurry.
+We’ve got all the time there is.”</p>
+
+<p>Every person on the boat, except perhaps the
+dog and the bear, slept soundly that night. There
+was no wind, and the little bay they were in protected
+them from the wash of the steamers. When
+they awoke in the morning the sun was rising
+round and red out of the river.</p>
+
+<p>That day was another one long to be remembered
+by every member of the <i>Rambler</i> party.
+They drifted, using the motors just enough to
+give headway, fished in the clear water, and told
+stories of old days on the South Branch—days
+long to be remembered by them all.</p>
+
+<p>That night partook of the character of the last
+one so far as sleep and rest were concerned. The
+boat lay at a little pier not far from a rural settlement.
+Early in the evening villagers came down
+attracted by the clamor of the motors but soon
+returned to their homes.</p>
+
+<p>It was on that evening that Alex made his famous
+attempt to cook a river fish a la Indian.
+There was something the matter with the fish, or
+with the hot stones, or with the soil! At any rate,
+the white bulldog and the bear cub got the supper
+the boy had sweated over for an hour or more.</p>
+
+<p>Shortly after noon on the following day, the
+<i>Rambler</i> came to the head of the Lachine rapids,
+six miles above Montreal.</p>
+
+<p>Although the boys had every confidence in Captain
+Joe as a pilot, some of them were inclined to
+think that his memory of the rapids might not be
+as good as his skill. Many a time during that
+passage the grand and lofty tumbling of the
+waters as they broke upon projecting rocks seemed
+about to engulf the frail craft.</p>
+
+<p>Many a time the nose of the <i>Rambler</i> seemed
+pointing directly at a hidden rock which sent the
+river spouting into the air like the “blow” of a
+great whale. Many a time the wayward current
+caught the prow and twisted it about until it
+seemed as if the boat would never respond to her
+rudder again.</p>
+
+<p>But the eyes of the captain were true, the arms
+of the old sailing man were strong, and so the boat
+always came back to the course he had mapped out
+for her. When at last the rapids were passed, the
+boys were greatly relieved.</p>
+
+<p>During the excitement of the trip, little fear had
+been felt after the first plunge, but now that it
+was over, they realized that they had been in absolute
+peril. Almost with the momentum which had
+carried the <i>Rambler</i> down the Lachine, the boat
+came to a pier on the river front at Montreal.
+Looking about, the boys saw that they were almost
+in the location where they had tied up before.</p>
+
+<p>Clay sprang ashore, hastened to a telephone,
+talked eagerly for a few moments and then returned
+to the <i>Rambler</i>. Captain Joe sat out on the
+prow and the boy took a deck stool beside him.</p>
+
+<p>“Captain Joe,” the boy asked, “what would
+have taken place if we had run out of gasoline
+while navigating the rapids?”</p>
+
+<p>The captain eyed the boy with surprise showing
+on his weather-beaten face. He poked Clay in
+the ribs before answering.</p>
+
+<p>“Why do you ask an old captain a foolish question
+like that?” he said.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m asking for information,” was the reply.
+“Tell me what would have happened. I really
+want to know.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Captain Joe replied, scratching his
+chin meditatively, “if the gasoline had given out
+in the rapids, just about this time there would be
+a lot of boards bumping against the rocks, and
+a motor rusting in the bottom of the river, and
+five human beings, a bulldog and a bear floating
+out toward the Gulf of St. Lawrence.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s just what I thought,” Clay exclaimed.
+“That’s just why I was scared stiff when I found
+out that we were just about out of gasoline as we
+struck the head of the rapids.”</p>
+
+<p>“And you never said a word about it,” asked
+the captain, “to any of the boys? You kept it all
+to yourself?”</p>
+
+<p>“Huh,” replied Clay, “where was the use in
+scaring the fellows out of a year’s growth. Didn’t
+you notice my cap walking straight up into the
+air? That was because my hair lifted it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Boy, boy,” expostulated Captain Joe, “don’t
+lie to the old man. I don’t believe you were scared
+at all.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, anyway,” replied Clay, “the tanks are
+empty, and there will be a wagon down here pretty
+quick to fill them up. Now mind you, I’m not going
+to say a word to the other boys about this. If
+I do, they’ll never get over roasting me. We
+should have taken on gasoline at Kingston, but
+I forgot all about it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Do you remember what you told me about this
+Lawyer Martin?” asked Captain Joe. “He seems
+to be the lawyer leading the band of ruffians who
+are trying to keep the lost channel lost forever!”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” replied Clay, “and I was just going to
+speak about that. It was in Montreal that we met
+him, disguised as a riverside character, and I was
+wondering if it might not be well to go ashore and
+look him up.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t you ever think of doing that,” Captain
+Joe replied. “You get your gasoline and lay in
+additional pancake material and we’ll go on down
+the river to Cartier island. That’s what they
+call that peninsula, isn’t it? Let me tell you this,”
+the old man added, “if you have anything more
+to do with this man Martin, you let him be the
+one to do the looking up.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s good sense, too,” agreed Clay. “He
+might discover that we were on our way back if
+we went up into the city. So we’ll remain quiet
+to-night and set out for Cartier island and the lost
+channel early to-morrow morning.”</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink16'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XVI—A CALL FROM WRECKERS</a></h2>
+
+<p>Nothing occurred to disturb the slumbers of
+the <i>Rambler’s</i> crew that night. The cool wind
+made the cabin of the boat comfortable, and the
+street lights of Montreal winked down upon the
+craft with friendly eyes. The afternoon of the
+following day found them at Quebec.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ve been thinking,” Clay said as the boat tied
+up at the pier they had occupied on the occasion
+of their former visit, “that we ought not to keep
+this stolen canoe. Of course Max stole it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps he’ll come down here and claim it
+again,” suggested Jule.</p>
+
+<p>“If he does,” Alex exclaimed, “I’m going on
+shore to find him and get even with him. He’d no
+business to bring that gang of wharf rats onto us.
+I hope he’s under arrest somewhere.”</p>
+
+<p>“There’s an idea!” suggested Case. “Suppose
+we telephone to the chief of police and find out.
+We can leave the canoe in the care of the chief,
+too, if we want to. He might be able to find the
+owner.”</p>
+
+<p>“It seems to me,” Captain Joe interrupted, “that
+you boys may as well keep that canoe until we return
+to Quebec, on our way to the Great Lakes. It
+will come in mighty handy when we’re prowling
+around those two rivers you’ve been talking about.
+The owner won’t miss it for a few days.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s another good notion,” Clay agreed.
+“We’ll use the canoe and return it when we get
+back. And now I’ll go and telephone to the chief
+of police and see if he has discovered anything additional
+about Max.”</p>
+
+<p>Clay was gone only a short time. When he returned,
+he looked a trifle anxious. When he spoke,
+it was in an excited tone.</p>
+
+<p>“Look here, boys,” he said, “the chief of police
+advises to us to give up that hunt for the lost
+channel. He says that Fontenelle has just returned
+from Cartier island leaving a wrecked
+launch and a lot of perfectly good stores stacked
+on the bottom of the river.”</p>
+
+<p>“I had an idea,” Captain Joe suggested, “that
+things would be moving about the time we got
+down here. Why, do you know, boys,” he went
+on, “that this lost channel matter is creating about
+as much excitement in Quebec province as the
+coronation of a new king ought to?”</p>
+
+<p>“The procession seemed to start about the time
+we struck the river,” Alex grinned, “and there’s
+been music ever since we left St. Luce.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” Clay went on, “and the newspapers
+have been printing feature stories and describing
+the family jewels, and the lost channel, and telling
+how many land-holders would be made homeless
+if the charter should ever be found and sustained.
+The newspapers are always meddling with
+our affairs.”</p>
+
+<p>“You let the newspapers alone,” advised Captain
+Joe. “They have advertised you boys, and the
+<i>Rambler</i>, and the bulldog, and the bear, from one
+end of this river to the other.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, what do you think about this advice
+given by the chief?” asked Clay. “We ought to
+reach some conclusion immediately.”</p>
+
+<p>“You came down here to find that lost channel,
+didn’t you?” asked Uncle Joe with a twinkle
+in his eyes.</p>
+
+<p>“We came down here to look for it,” answered
+the boy.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, then,” continued Captain Joe, “we’ll go
+and look for it.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s what I thought!” cried Case.</p>
+
+<p>“I wouldn’t turn back now for a million!”
+yelled Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“Boys,” smiled Captain Joe, “I never knew
+any one to get rich by changing plans every time
+some fool friend advanced a contrary opinion.
+When you make up your mind to do a thing, you
+go right on and do it. Did you ever notice the
+bulldog when he gets into a scrap?”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ve seen him in several scraps,” answered
+Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” went on the captain, “when the bulldog
+gets into a fight, the harder they chew him the
+tighter he hangs on, and that’s about the way all
+the money and reputations have been made in this
+combative world.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, we hadn’t any idea of turning back,” Clay
+hastened to say. “I only wanted to know what
+the others thought about it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well you found out pretty quick,” laughed
+Jule. “Why, we’ve had four or five days that we
+haven’t had a fight, or seen a midnight prowler,
+or been dumped on a sand bar, or experienced any
+other pleasant little incident of that description. I
+was actually beginning to fear that our river trip
+from this time on would be one long sweet dream.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys passed another restful night and were
+up with the sun. The first thing Alex did after
+bathing and dressing was to spring to the pier and
+start off into the city.</p>
+
+<p>“Here, here!” cried Captain Joe. “We don’t
+allow little boys to go wandering off alone! If
+you’ve got to go, I’m going with you.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s fine!” shouted Alex, capering about
+on his toes. “Come along, and we’ll take the old
+town to pieces to see what makes it tick.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m going uptown,” Alex explained as they
+mounted one of the sidling streets which led up
+from the river, “to buy a porterhouse steak that
+weighs ten pounds. This will be our last chance.”</p>
+
+<p>“Now,” said Captain Joe mildly, “don’t you
+think a porterhouse steak weighing nine pounds
+and a half would be enough for our breakfast?”</p>
+
+<p>“But we ain’t going to have this steak for breakfast,”
+Alex protested. “I’m going to put this
+steak in that cute little cold air refrigerator of ours
+and when wet get down to Cartier island, I’m going
+to cook a beefsteak a la brigand. If you eat
+a steak cooked in that way once, you’ll never want
+one cooked any other way. It’s simply great!”</p>
+
+<p>“It’s a new one on me,” replied Captain Joe.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, well,” Alex said, “I’ll show you all about
+cooking it when the time comes. When we get
+back to the South Branch, you can have one every
+day if you want it. We can get pretty good porterhouse
+in Chicago.”</p>
+
+<p>The two strolled through the city for a couple
+of hours, buying vegetables, condensed milk, tinned
+goods, fresh fruit and meats. Later, when the
+provisions were delivered to the <i>Rambler</i> at the
+foot of the pier, Case declared that Alex had
+spent money enough to take them all over Europe.
+Alex was somewhat disappointed to think that
+he had not encountered Max in the city, but did
+not inform his chums how keenly he had watched
+for him.</p>
+
+<p>“What did the chief of police say about Max?”
+asked the boy as they returned to the boat. “You
+forgot to say anything about that.”</p>
+
+<p>“Sure I did,” answered Clay. “Well, he said
+that Max had blossomed out in a suit that must
+have cost a hundred, with a big roll of money in
+his pocket. He said, too, that he had strutted
+around the city for a few days and then suddenly
+disappeared. It is the opinion of the chief that
+the boy, who is by no means as young as he looks,
+went down the river to Cartier island.”</p>
+
+<p>“I really hope he has,” Alex blurted out, “I’ll
+crack that boy’s crust if I ever come across him.”</p>
+
+<p>“And you’ll wash dishes, too,” laughed Captain
+Joe. “Oh, I remember how you boys used to
+fight against slang up on the South Branch.”</p>
+
+<p>That night the boys anchored the <i>Rambler</i> in a
+cove of good size just south of Rivere du Loup.
+They were well away from the wash of the steamers,
+and yet not near enough to the houses of the
+little railway station to attract general attention.</p>
+
+<p>The night closed down cloudy and dark. The
+passing vessels on the river seemed to burn holes
+in the darkness for only an instant and then disappear.</p>
+
+<p>The sounds which came from the water rang
+loudly in the heavy atmosphere and sounded mysterious
+and uncanny. There were plenty of vessels
+on the river now, as the channel between the
+gulf and Quebec is navigable for the largest ocean
+steamers.</p>
+
+<p>While the boys lay in the cabin, sheltered from
+the gulf wind which had been so grateful the night
+before, the heavy rumbling of a freight train and
+sharp call of an engine whistle came to their ears.</p>
+
+<p>“That listens good to me,” Alex cried. “Say,
+fellows, how would you like to know, just for a
+couple of hours, that the noise of that train came
+from the Union station in little old Chicago?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” Jule exclaimed, “I like to look into the
+river and think I’m standing on Madison street
+bridge! Do you remember the stories the newspapers
+used to print about the water in the Chicago
+river, before the drainage canal was put
+through? Pretty good fiction, eh?”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe chuckled until his shoulders shook
+like jelly.</p>
+
+<p>“Every reporter on the Chicago papers in those
+days,” the captain said, “was turning out works
+of fiction. They used to print pieces about men
+falling off Madison street bridge and off Clark
+street bridge and dashing out their brains on the
+solid water below. And then they used to tell
+stories about the river being so black the typists
+used to color their ribbons in it. There’s something
+about Chicago that seems to me to stir the
+imagination! It’s a great old town!”</p>
+
+<p>The boys discussed their home city until something
+like ten o’clock. They were just going to
+bed when a call came from the shore at the end of
+the cove. All were on deck instantly.</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps that’s Max,” suggested Jule, “or one
+of those river pirates.”</p>
+
+<p>“Or it may be a detachment of ruffians looking
+for the lost channel,” Case put in.</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe sat back and laughed heartily.</p>
+
+<p>“Boys,” he said, “I believe that lost channel
+has turned your heads. You talk about it, and
+drink it, and sleep it, and I believe you would eat it
+if there was anything tangible about it. I’m interested
+in it, too, kids, but I don’t spread it on
+my bread instead of butter.”</p>
+
+<p>“Hello, the boat,” came the hail from the shore.</p>
+
+<p>“What do you want?” asked Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“I want to come on board.”</p>
+
+<p>“Beds all full,” answered Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“But I want to talk with you,” insisted the
+strange voice.</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” Clay said, “proceed with your conversation.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m not here to confide to the whole countryside
+what I want to say to you,” was the angry
+reply.</p>
+
+<p>Clay was considering a sarcastic rejoinder but
+Case laid a warning hand on his shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>“There may be something in this,” the boy
+said. “Suppose two of us get into the boat and
+go over and see.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t you think of such a thing,” Captain Joe
+advised. “That fellow may not have a boat of
+his own, but if he is of any account at all, he can
+get one long enough to row out to the <i>Rambler</i>.
+The place for him to talk to us is right on this
+deck. It may be a trap.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s good sense, too,” Clay agreed. “He
+can go away if he doesn’t want to comply with
+our requirements. He may be only a tramp seeking
+a ride on the river. There are plenty of such
+characters here.”</p>
+
+<p>“I wish he would come aboard,” Clay suggested,
+“and I’ll see if I can’t coax him,” he added,
+turning toward the shore and making a trumpet
+of his hands. “Perhaps he already has a boat.”</p>
+
+<p>“Hello, the shore,” he called, “we’re going
+away directly, so if you want to talk with us, you’d
+better row out.”</p>
+
+<p>“You always was the boy with a little prevarication
+on the end of your tongue!” suggested Alex.
+“We’re not going away directly.”</p>
+
+<p>“Morning is directly,” laughed Clay turning
+toward the shore again.</p>
+
+<p>“Are you coming on board?” he asked.</p>
+
+<p>“I haven’t got any boat,” was the reply. “Why
+can’t you send one over?”</p>
+
+<p>Clay’s reply elicited a volley of epithets from
+the shore, and directly a great blaze sprang up not
+many feet distant from the water.</p>
+
+<p>“Wreckers!” cried Captain Joe.</p>
+
+<p>“Surest thing you know!” answered Clay.
+“The only wonder is that they didn’t set their
+beacon going before.”</p>
+
+<p>“And this,” Jule suggested, “seems to be more
+like real life. Things are livening up. They’ll be
+going good by the time we get to St. Luce.”</p>
+
+<p>“They may be going too fast!” warned the old
+captain.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink17'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XVII—CAPTAIN JOE’S NIGHT VISIT</a></h2>
+
+<p>“I really would like to know,” Case observed,
+“whether those fellows are real wreckers, or
+whether they have been waiting there for the <i>Rambler</i>
+to come back down the river. You know the
+story was printed that we were coming back to
+look up the lost channel.”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know of any way of finding out unless
+we go to shore,” Alex suggested, looking very
+much as if he would like to pay a visit to the blaze.
+“We might learn something of importance,” he
+added rather coaxingly. “Suppose we do go and
+see.”</p>
+
+<p>“If you try to leave this boat to-night,” Clay
+declared, “I’ll tie you up with one of the anchor
+cables. We haven’t got any time to waste hunting
+for you. So you stay on board the boat.”</p>
+
+<p>Alex did not exactly like the idea of going
+quietly to bed, but he was finally induced to do so.</p>
+
+<p>“Now,” said Captain Joe, as he stood alone on
+deck with Clay, “suppose we shove over to the
+other shore. Those fellows are wreckers, there is
+no doubt of that, and there is no sense in our mixing
+with them. If we stay here, they’ll prowl
+around the <i>Rambler</i> all night, and the bulldog will
+bark and the bear will growl, and it will be like
+sleeping in a boiler shop. What do you say to
+that?”</p>
+
+<p>“That suits me exactly,” Clay answered.</p>
+
+<p>“Then I’ll tell you what we’ll do. From the
+point where we tie to-night, we’ll pass down the
+river on the north side. That will bring us in
+behind Cartier island, and we can push up the west
+river instead of the east one, which seemed to be
+the center of activity when you were there.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s another good suggestion,” Clay agreed.</p>
+
+<p>“The west river,” the old captain went on, “is
+a small stream in comparison with the other.
+There’s a funny thing about it that I never could
+understand. I was in there once, landing supplies
+for a surveying party and it seemed to me then
+that that stream never grew to any size until it
+came within a mile or so of the isthmus which
+connects the peninsula with the main shore.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then there must be some tributary of good
+size there,” said Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s just the point,” the captain went on.
+“There isn’t any tributary of good size there. The
+peninsula is very narrow and slopes steeply to the
+west. In fact, the river to the east is several feet
+higher than the one on the west. That’s one reason
+why I think there never was any channel through
+there.”</p>
+
+<p>“That is true,” Clay answered. “You see, a
+channel through there, running at the rate the incline
+would naturally call for, would cut a hole
+through that neck of land about as wide as one of
+the main rivers. Why, it would drain the big
+river and turn all the water into the small stream.
+At least, it looks that way to me.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I don’t know about that,” the captain answered,
+“there’s a lot of water in that east river.
+Still, there’s no channel there and never was so far
+as I can understand. Now, what I can’t understand
+is, how this west river gets so big all at once.
+There may be a creek running in at the other side,
+but if there is, I never found it.”</p>
+
+<p>“You seem to understand that district pretty
+well,” Clay laughed.</p>
+
+<p>“Didn’t I tell you I knew the whole St. Lawrence
+river south, north, and bottom?” demanded
+the captain. “Why, when I took that load of provisions
+in for the surveyors, there were Indians
+enough along the shore to give a city a population
+as large as Chicago’s. And there were bears, and
+wolves, and deer, and beaver, and all sorts of wild
+creatures in the woods—thick as berries in a
+swamp.”</p>
+
+<p>During this conversation the two had been
+watching the shore where the light had sprung up.
+With a night glass they could see figures passing
+in front of the blaze, but the beacon, if such it was,
+soon died down to embers, and nothing more was
+heard from the shore.</p>
+
+<p>They both listened for the sound of oars in the
+river, but none came. The tide was running in
+and the current was running out, with the result
+that great ranks of waves lay across the wide river
+like winnows in a field of grain. The wind blew
+sweeping up from the gulf, opposing the current,
+and, taken altogether, it was as dangerous and
+uncertain a night on the river as one could well
+imagine.</p>
+
+<p>The <i>Rambler</i> danced and bobbed about
+frightfully, drawing at her anchor and seeming to lunge
+forward in the waste of water. However, she
+was a staunch little craft, and the boys were used
+to her capers on the waves, and so paid little attention.</p>
+
+<p>“They wouldn’t dare to venture out in a boat
+to-night,” was Clay’s comment. “Besides,” he
+added, “they know now that we are suspicious and
+watchful, and, unless I am greatly in error, we will
+hear no more of them.”</p>
+
+<p>“Shall we go across now?” asked the captain.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m ready if you think we can make it.”</p>
+
+<p>The captain chuckled again and his shoulders
+shook.</p>
+
+<p>“Make it?” he repeated. “Of course we can
+make it.”</p>
+
+<p>“The tide and the wind are fighting the current,”
+Clay suggested, “and all we’ll have to do
+will be to fight the waves.”</p>
+
+<p>It was rather rough getting to the north shore,
+but the trip was made without accident, except that
+Jule was thrown from his bunk and Captain Joe,
+the dog, and Teddy protested against the storm in
+ways best known to bulldogs and bears. Jule
+merely rubbed his eyes and crawled back into his
+bunk.</p>
+
+<p>They found a place to anchor where the <i>Rambler</i>
+would be protected during the night by a finger
+of rock running out into the river. All along the
+shore to the north was a heavy forest. The trees
+swayed and creaked in the wind, and now and then
+a crash from the interior told of the falling of
+some monarch of the forest which had doubtless
+withstood the storms of the St. Lawrence valley
+for hundreds of years.</p>
+
+<p>It was a wild night on the river and on the land,
+but the boys slept peacefully until morning. As
+for Captain Joe, he declared that it reminded him
+so much of old nights on the banks of Newfoundland
+that he wanted to sit up and refresh his recollection
+of those adventurous times.</p>
+
+<p>Clay rather suspected that the old captain was
+too apprehensive of evil from the wreckers, or
+accidents from the storm, to go to bed, but he let
+him have his way, and the hardy old fellow seemed
+as bright and active as ever in the morning. He
+even declined to go to the cabin for rest when the
+boys insisted that he ought to do so.</p>
+
+<p>“We’ll get rest enough when we get down to
+the west river,” the captain smiled. “I can sleep
+in the woods.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s just where we won’t get any rest,” Jule
+urged.</p>
+
+<p>“Huh,” murmured Alex. “That’s where I get
+my rest! The natives were so afraid that I’d tire
+myself walking around that they trussed me up
+like a hen. I’d just like to get a hold of some of
+those outlaws. They’re the limit—the worst I ever
+encountered.”</p>
+
+<p>“What did they do to you?” asked Captain
+Joe.</p>
+
+<p>“Do to me?” repeated Alex. “Why, they had
+a stew, or a boiled dinner, or something, cooking
+in a tin pail over a fire, and they wouldn’t give me
+a thing to eat. And that is the height of meanness!”</p>
+
+<p>As if repenting of the violence of the day before,
+and trying to make restitution for the many
+blows at the sad old world, the weather that morning
+was all that could have been desired. The air
+was clear and sweet after its bath of rain, and the
+leaves of the forest sparkled and rustled like jewels
+as the sun shone upon their moist surfaces.</p>
+
+<p>The boys made good time that day, although they
+did not feel inclined to hurry. Alex took the canoe
+out in the forenoon and caught half a dozen fish
+which he cleaned for dinner. The boy wanted to
+go ashore and prepare the dinner a la Indian again,
+but the others insisted that they really wanted a
+fish dinner, so the catch was baked in the oven of
+the coal stove. The boys claim to this day that
+Alex consumed half of the fish that he caught,
+but of course Alex disputes this.</p>
+
+<p>At sundown they anchored the <i>Rambler</i> within
+four or five miles of the west river, in a little bay
+which ran into the mainland almost behind the
+westward extension of Cartier island.</p>
+
+<p>No lights were shown on the boat, supper having
+been prepared in the dark, and the boys sat
+along the deck fighting mosquitoes and listening
+to the calls of the wild creatures in the woods.</p>
+
+<p>The point they had selected for their anchorage
+was directly west of Point aux Outardes, and when
+the moon rose the boys naturally turned their eyes
+in that direction. Although the point was fully
+four miles away, a rocky promontory could be
+seen standing sharply out against the dark line of
+the forest.</p>
+
+<p>“Captain,” Alex said, as they sat back of the
+gunwale on the prow, “I wish you’d take this glass
+and see what you can discover on that point.”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe took the glass into his hand and
+held it for a long time, swinging it back and forth
+over the shore to the north, and over the river line
+of Cartier island. Then he handed it back to Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll tell you,” he said slowly, “there’s a campfire
+over on the point, and there are many people
+around it. At least I see figures moving back and
+forth.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps that is a base of supplies for the fellows
+who are trying to find the lost channel in
+order to beat Fontenelle to the charter and the
+family jewels,” Clay suggested.</p>
+
+<p>“It doesn’t seem as if they would camp in so
+conspicuous a place.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Case said, “they
+have nothing to fear from officers or wreckers.
+They are only hunting for a lost treasure, which
+any one may find who is lucky enough to get to it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Let’s go and call on them,” suggested Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“I prefer to live a little longer,” Case laughed.</p>
+
+<p>“Aw, come on, they won’t hurt us,” Alex argued,
+“I’m going.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys laughed at the idea and Alex said no
+more about the proposed excursion, but Clay suggested
+to Captain Joe after the others were in their
+bunks:</p>
+
+<p>“We must watch that little rascal, or he’ll get
+up in the night and run over there. He’s always
+doing tricks of that kind, and some time he’ll get
+into serious trouble.”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe pretended to regard the situation
+as very serious, and said that he would see that
+Alex didn’t get away from the boat that night.
+With this Clay seemed contented. The old captain
+insisted on keeping watch again that night,
+but if the boys had been about the deck they would
+have seen very little of him, for all that.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as the others were asleep, the captain
+untied the tow line of the canoe, stepped softly
+into it, and paddled away in the direction of the
+north shore. So far as possible he kept the bulk
+of the <i>Rambler</i> between himself and the point
+where the light had been seen.</p>
+
+<p>Reaching the margin of the bay, he turned to
+the east and paddled straight to the mouth of the
+west river. After an hour of steady work, he
+reached a point a little east and directly north of
+Point aux Outardes. Nothing could be seen of
+the fire or the figures about it from the north, and
+the captain boldly crossed the arm of the bay
+stretching in behind Cartier island. In half an
+hour he was on the island itself, and separated only
+by a few rods of mingled rocks and bushes from
+the point.</p>
+
+<p>Advancing cautiously to the south he came
+within view of the blaze and within hearing of
+much of the conversation going on there.</p>
+
+<p>The night hours passed slowly. The moon
+swung to the south and off to the west, and the
+shadows lay long in the forest before the old captain
+moved from his point of observation. Then
+with a chuckle he crept back to his canoe, and long
+before the boys were out of their bunks he was
+fishing over the gunwale of the <i>Rambler</i> in the
+most innocent manner imaginable. The old fellow
+chuckled as he dropped his line.</p>
+
+<p>“That bay stretching in behind the peninsula,”
+he mused, “looks to me just as it did a good many
+years ago. No improvements seem to have been
+made there notwithstanding the work of the surveyors,
+and the country is just as desolate as it
+was then. If I had had a little more time I might
+have paddled up to the mouth of the west river
+and looked over the situation there, but daylight
+showed too soon.”</p>
+
+<p>“What’s that you’re muttering about?” asked
+Alex clapping a hand on the old captain’s arm.
+“You must be talking in your sleep.”</p>
+
+<p>“Not that any one knows of,” chuckled the old
+captain. “I was only saying that from here the
+country looks exactly as it used to.”</p>
+
+<p>“And my stomach feels exactly as it used to,”
+Alex declared. “You catch the fish, and I’ll cook
+’em, and we’ll tumble the boys out for breakfast.
+They’re sleeping too long, anyway.”</p>
+
+<p>This program was followed to the letter, and
+before noon the <i>Rambler</i> lay up the west river
+about a mile from the bay creeping in behind Cartier
+island. At first no one left the boat, however.</p>
+
+<p>“Do you remember what the chief of police
+said about Fontenelle’s boat and a lot of perfectly
+good provisions lying on the bottom of the river?”
+asked Clay as the boys lounged on deck.</p>
+
+<p>“Indeed I do,” replied Case. “I’ve been thinking
+it would be a fine thing if we could find that
+boat.”</p>
+
+<p>“I have found it!” Clay exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, you have!” Case said, doubtfully.</p>
+
+<p>“Sure, I have,” Clay went on. “When we
+swung in past Point aux Outarde, you were all
+watching the point to see what had become of the
+men who camped there last night, while I was
+searching the bay on the north side looking for
+some signs of the wreck of the <i>Cartier</i>.”</p>
+
+<p>“And you found it, did you?” Case cried excitedly.</p>
+
+<p>“Sure, I found it,” Clay declared. “It lays
+bottom down in about fifteen feet of water, with
+the top of the cabin showing plainly.”</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink18'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XVIII—IT IS NOW CLAY’S TURN</a></h2>
+
+<p>“Do you think we can raise her?” asked Case.</p>
+
+<p>“We can if she has any bottom left,” declared
+Clay. “If they only cut a few holes in her and
+sunk her that way, we can get her out.”</p>
+
+<p>“Aw, what’s the good of taking up time with
+the old wreck!” demanded Alex, who had listened
+to the conversation. “It isn’t our boat, anyway.”</p>
+
+<p>“But the <i>Cartier</i> is a splendid launch, and worth
+a lot of money,” Clay suggested, “and we might
+pay the expenses of the trip by getting her out for
+the Fontenelles. It won’t do any harm to try.”</p>
+
+<p>“All right!” Alex cried. “Just remember I’m
+the champion long distance diver, when you get
+ready to go down and look her over.”</p>
+
+<p>After breakfast the <i>Rambler</i> was taken still farther
+upstream, as far up, in fact, as the depth of
+the water would permit.</p>
+
+<p>“There!” Captain Joe observed, pointing to a
+bend just above the prow of the boat. “This is
+the strange thing that I called your attention to.
+The river widens here in the most mysterious manner.”</p>
+
+<p>“It may be just back water,” Clay ventured.</p>
+
+<p>“No sir!” answered the captain. “There is
+no back water here. See how steadily the current
+runs? And there’s no creek running in,
+either.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then there must be a subterranean stream running—”</p>
+
+<p>Clay checked himself with the sentence half
+finished.</p>
+
+<p>“Suppose,” he mused, “just suppose, there
+should be a subterranean stream running in from
+under the hills—let us say from the north. That
+would be a channel, wouldn’t it? And it might be
+a lost channel at that! Why didn’t I think of that
+before.”</p>
+
+<p>The boy was so full of the thought, so enthusiastic
+over the thing it might mean, that he concluded
+to make a quiet investigation on his own
+hook, saying nothing to the others regarding the
+matter.</p>
+
+<p>“What was it you said about some underground
+stream?” asked Captain Joe. “You started in to
+say something about it and then stopped abruptly.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, it just occurred to me that there might be
+an underground river somewhere around here, but
+I guess that’s just a dream. There couldn’t be any
+river, you see, for the ground is rocky, and there
+seems to be no place for an underground stream to
+get its supply.”</p>
+
+<p>“No,” the old captain agreed, “there can’t be
+any underground stream that’s a sure thing. If
+there are caverns they are dry.”</p>
+
+<p>Clay chuckled to himself, and went into the
+cabin after Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“Come on, Redhead!” he cried catching the boy
+by the arm. “We are now going ashore to dig up
+the lost channel.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s a nice pleasant little job, too!” Alex
+declared.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, come on,” Clay insisted. “We’ll go
+over and make a start, anyway. We may be able
+to find out if the outlaws are really here.”</p>
+
+<p>Explaining to Captain Joe and the others that
+they were going only a short distance from the
+shore, the boys launched the canoe and were soon
+on the sloping shore of the peninsula. Once across
+they hid their canoe in a thicket which overhung
+the stream and disappeared in the interior.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, look here,” Clay said as he stopped and
+sat deliberately down in the shade of a great tree,
+“I’ve got an idea.”</p>
+
+<p>Alex stared hard in pretended wonder and
+amazement.</p>
+
+<p>“Where did you get it?” he asked.</p>
+
+<p>“Brain cell opened and gave it to me,” Clay answered.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, come across with it,” Alex urged.</p>
+
+<p>“Captain Joe wants to know where the water
+comes from to make the west river so large at its
+mouth,” Clay went on. “I started in to tell him
+that there might be a subterranean stream somewhere
+hereabouts, but I thought he would laugh at
+me and so kept my mouth shut.”</p>
+
+<p>Alex sprang to his feet and swung round and
+round on his heels, chuckling and shaking hands
+with himself.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s the idea!” he cried. “That’s just the
+idea! There is a subterranean stream here somewhere!
+Look at the way the rocks are piled up,
+and look at the long slope from the top of the
+ridges to the level of the river. There are catch
+basins here somewhere, and water pouring into the
+river that no one knows anything about.”</p>
+
+<p>“Now go a little farther,” Clay suggested.
+“Figure that at some time, say two or three hundred
+years ago, this subterranean channel lay open
+to the sun. Now what do you make of it?”</p>
+
+<p>“Holy smoke!” almost shouted Alex. “I make
+a lost channel!”</p>
+
+<p>“There you are!” Clay began, “and all we’ve
+got to do is to just look around and find it. We’ve
+got plenty of time.”</p>
+
+<p>“That will be some cheerful job, too,” Alex
+commented. “We’ve only got about forty thousand
+square miles of territory to look over.”</p>
+
+<p>“I think,” Clay said, “that we have the idea,
+and that is the main thing. The rest is only a
+matter of detail.”</p>
+
+<p>As the boys sat under the tree, Alex having
+dropped down to the turf again, a rustling of bushes
+was heard to the east and they turned in that direction,
+scanning the thicket closely. Then Alex
+seized Clay by the arm and pointed away through
+the underbrush.</p>
+
+<p>“Did you ever see that figure before?” he
+asked.</p>
+
+<p>“Looks to me to be about the size of Max,”
+Clay answered. “I wonder if he is watching us,
+or whether he is only looking in the direction of
+the <i>Rambler</i>. Anyway, we’d better move.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys shifted their position some yards to
+the north and crouched down again. The bushes
+showed motion once more, and they saw the figure
+they had observed moving toward the bank of the
+west river.</p>
+
+<p>“He never saw us!” cried Alex. “He is sneaking
+down on the <i>Rambler</i>.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” Clay replied, “and there are two or three
+just behind him.”</p>
+
+<p>“I had an idea,” Alex chuckled, “that things
+would begin to liven up as soon as we got into this
+country. This will please Captain Joe!”</p>
+
+<p>“Captain Joe,” Clay replied, “seems inclined
+to take things rather seriously. The chances are
+that he is wondering now, night and day, how four
+rattleheaded boys ever got so far over the world
+without being murdered or sent to the penitentiary.
+Still, he isn’t always passing out advice.”</p>
+
+<p>From their new shelter, the boys now saw Max
+and three men pass to the west and stand under a
+screen of boughs looking down toward the <i>Rambler</i>.</p>
+
+<p>“The war is on, I guess,” Clay said. “Those
+fellows were here waiting for us to come back.
+Did it ever occur to you that they know about our
+having that mysterious map?”</p>
+
+<p>“Now you’ve said something,” Alex exclaimed.
+“That map was intended for those opposing the
+Fontenelles. It was given to us by mistake, and
+the people who should have had it know that we’ve
+got it. That’s why they’re watching us so. Wonder
+we never thought of that before.”</p>
+
+<p>“It seems to me that you’ve struck it right,” Clay
+answered. “They’ve been waiting here all this
+time for us to come back it seems.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then I should think they’d keep out of sight
+until we get busy looking for the channel. They
+surely won’t want to drive us away before we demonstrate
+what we know about it.”</p>
+
+<p>“I presume they think they are keeping out of
+sight,” Clay decided.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, they’re not keeping very close watch, for
+they don’t seem to know that we’re on shore.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t be too sure of that,” Clay answered.
+“They may be watching us this minute. Perhaps
+we’d better move.”</p>
+
+<p>As the boys spoke, Max and his three companions
+started at a swift pace up the bank of the
+stream keeping always out of view of the boat.
+They passed the place where the boys lay in hiding
+and for a moment the lads heard them pushing
+through the underbrush.</p>
+
+<p>“They’ve probably gone to their tent now,”
+Alex suggested, “and I’m going to follow on and
+see if I can locate them.”</p>
+
+<p>“All right,” Clay said, “only be careful. I’ll
+go back to the boat and tell the boys what’s going
+on. Be sure you don’t get captured, now,” he added
+as Alex turned to the thicket to the north.</p>
+
+<p>“No danger of that,” the boy grinned and the
+next moment he was out of sight, pushing through
+the thicket in the direction taken by Max.</p>
+
+<p>Clay stood for an instant longer where the boy
+had left him and then moved in the direction of
+the river.</p>
+
+<p>But his progress toward the stream came to an
+abrupt termination in a minute. He tripped over
+what he at first believed to be a running vine and
+fell to the ground. Then, as he lifted himself to
+a sitting position, he saw the obstacle over which
+he had fallen was a rope and that it was held in
+the hands of two evil looking men.</p>
+
+<p>The men, bearded and dirty, broke into a laugh
+over Clay’s look of amazement. They sprang toward
+him and in a moment he was relieved of his
+weapons. The boy sat perfectly still, for the attack
+had come so suddenly that he could hardly comprehend
+the situation.</p>
+
+<p>“Ain’t it the cute little child?” guffawed one
+of the men, slapping his knees and bending down to
+look the boy in the face.</p>
+
+<p>“He’s all of that,” replied the other. “This is
+the little boy that’s come out here to find a hidden
+channel that no one else can find. He used to be
+a real cute little newsboy in Chicago, and directly
+he’ll wish he was back selling newspapers on Clark
+street!</p>
+
+<p>“Are these all the poppers you have, kid?” he
+asked pointing to the revolvers which had been
+taken from the boy. “You might injure yourself
+by carrying them.”</p>
+
+<p>Clay glanced at the fellow steadily. He had
+now in a measure recovered his equilibrium. His
+impulse was to smash a blow into the grinning face
+bent over him.</p>
+
+<p>He didn’t like the black, matted beard. He objected
+to the greasy, frayed jacket. The man’s
+snaky, near-set eyes offended him. More than once
+he drew back a clenched fist to strike the evil
+face.</p>
+
+<p>“It seems to me,” the boy said, restraining himself
+with a great effort, “that I walked right into
+a den and found the snakes at home.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, little one,” the man replied, “We sort of
+dipped you up in a bottle. I bet my chum, here, a
+dollar that he wouldn’t get you the first time he
+tried. I lose, so you’d better pass out the dough
+and I’ll pay up. I always pay my sporting debts.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps you’d better take the whole roll,”
+Clay said, producing a small handful of change and
+passing it over. “You’ll get it in time, anyway.”</p>
+
+<p>The man took the money, counted it slowly with
+clumsy fingers and thrust it into a pocket.</p>
+
+<p>“As long as you have money, you know,” Clay
+said sneeringly, “you won’t have to be taking pennies
+away from children or stealing from blind
+men. You’re quite welcome to what I have.”</p>
+
+<p>“You just cut that stuff quick,” snarled the man
+rising to his feet, his face blotching red. “Cut
+that quick!”</p>
+
+<p>He might have struck the boy only his companion
+drew him away.</p>
+
+<p>“Keep back, you fool,” the cooler man said,
+“Do you want him to bring all the others here
+with his yelping? Why, we can’t even shoot him
+till sundown, so we’d better gag him to keep him
+from squealing.”</p>
+
+<p>“You needn’t worry about me squealing,” Clay
+said. “I learned how to keep my mouth shut
+when you ruffians were serving your last sentence
+in the penitentiary.”</p>
+
+<p>One of the men drew out a knife and flashed it
+angrily before the boy’s face.</p>
+
+<p>“Keep a civil tongue in your head,” he said,
+“and you, Ben, chase up to the north and get the
+kid that followed Max. We’ll tie ’em up together.”</p>
+
+<p>Clay was now drawn to his feet and his hands
+tied tightly behind his back. In this condition, he
+was marched swiftly through the brush, vines and
+boughs striking his unprotected face. He paid
+little attention, however, to his physical discomforts.
+He was listening for some indication of the
+capture of Alex.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink19'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XIX—A SPLASH OF WATER</a></h2>
+
+<p>Much to Clay’s amazement, his captor kept to
+the east following a ridge of rocks from which both
+rivers might be seen in the distance whenever the
+foliage did not intervene. After walking half a
+mile or more, the fellow turned his steps into a
+narrow gully and soon entered a natural cavern
+before which a campfire had been built.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, you pretty little creature,” he said, addressing
+Clay, “you’re going to be tied up here and
+left until you return the map which was given to
+you by mistake.”</p>
+
+<p>“A map of what?” asked Clay instantly.</p>
+
+<p>“A map of this country,” was the short reply.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m not giving out maps at present,” the boy
+answered.</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps you will be, after you get good and
+hungry,” snarled the other.</p>
+
+<p>“In the first place,” Clay said, “I haven’t got
+the map. I couldn’t get it for you if I wanted to.
+The boys wouldn’t give it up.”</p>
+
+<p>“So you admit that you’ve got it?”</p>
+
+<p>“I did have a rough drawing of this country,”
+was the reply, “but it didn’t seem to mean much to
+me.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s the document we want,” the outlaw said,
+“and the quicker you give it up and get out of this
+district, the safer your hide will be.”</p>
+
+<p>Before Clay could make any response the man
+who had set off in pursuit of Alex came wrathfully
+into the cave. One hand was bleeding profusely,
+and there was a long cut on his left cheek.
+His clothing was disarranged, showing every evidence
+of a physical struggle.</p>
+
+<p>“Where’s the kid, Ben?” was asked.</p>
+
+<p>The man’s reply was a volley of epithets and profanity.</p>
+
+<p>“You never let him get away from you, did
+you?” asked the other angrily. “You might bring
+him in in your pocket.”</p>
+
+<p>“You couldn’t bring him in in a dray,” answered
+Ben. “You might as well try to wrestle
+with a bumble bee. I got a grip on the little imp’s
+collar, but before I could do a thing, he had a
+knife out. And then I got this,” laying a dirty
+finger on a dirtier hand, “and this,” pointing to
+the bleeding cheek. “And the next I knew, he was
+out of sight in the jungle.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’re the brave boy!” snarled the other.</p>
+
+<p>“Look here, Steve,” Ben said, “if you think it’s
+such a fine stunt to seize a Chicago newsboy, you
+just go and try it yourself. I’ve had enough of it.
+And that’s no fairy tale.”</p>
+
+<p>Ben threw himself angrily on the floor of the
+cave, took a bottle of liquor and a roll of white
+cloth from under a fur robe which lay in a corner
+and proceeded to cleanse and bind up his wound.
+Clay watched him with a smile on his face. Steve
+was scowling frightfully.</p>
+
+<p>“You needn’t look so pleased over it, young feller,”
+the outlaw said. “We’ll get that little imp,
+yet. And we’ll get your boat and your whole crew.
+And if we have much more trouble, we’ll start a
+cemetery right here.”</p>
+
+<p>Clay made no reply at the time. He was wondering
+just how much the outlaws knew of the map.
+It seemed to him that the person who had drawn
+the first one might easily draw a second upon the
+loss of the first. He could not understand why the
+outlaws were making such strenuous efforts to secure
+the document when they might have procured
+a copy.</p>
+
+<p>“What was it you said about a map?” the boy
+finally asked of Steve who sat now scowling at
+Ben. “Where did the map come from?”</p>
+
+<p>“It came from a blooming Indian,” was the
+sullen reply.</p>
+
+<p>The fellow answered the question so promptly
+that Clay decided that he was merely a cheap tool
+in the employ of some master mind.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” the boy went on, “why are you bothering
+us about it? Why don’t you go and get him to
+make another?”</p>
+
+<p>Steve hesitated and Clay listened very impatiently
+indeed for his answer. Finally the outlaw
+spoke:</p>
+
+<p>“Blest if I know,” he said. “We were told to
+get the map and that’s all we know about it.”</p>
+
+<p>“And if you can’t get it?” asked Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“Then all we’ve got to do is to start a graveyard.
+If we can’t get it, no one else shall use it.
+Mind that!”</p>
+
+<p>“How long have you been waiting here for the
+<i>Rambler</i> to come back down the river?” asked the
+boy.</p>
+
+<p>“Look here,” replied Steve, apparently regretting
+his previous loquacity. “I’ve known a whole
+lot of boys to get along in the world without asking
+so many questions.”</p>
+
+<p>As he spoke he arose, went to the mouth of
+the cavern and glanced out. Ben followed him
+with the one eye which was free of the bandage,
+but did not arise. Directly a stone broke loose
+from a side of the gully and went pounding down
+to the rocky bottom. Then a low whistle was
+heard.</p>
+
+<p>“Come on in,” shouted Steve. “We did our
+part. What about you?”</p>
+
+<p>The man who entered was roughly dressed. His
+face was covered by a week’s growth of beard.
+His long black hair hung straggly about his ears.
+Yet, after all, the carriage of the head and body
+was not that of a riverman. Clay sat looking at
+him for a long time wondering where he had seen
+him before. He was certain that he had seen him
+before. Strive as he might, however, the boy could
+not associate the figure and pose with any scene in
+his past life. The man advanced into the cave and
+looked about.</p>
+
+<p>“Where is the other boy?” he asked sharply.</p>
+
+<p>Steve threw out a hand to indicate flight and
+snapped his fingers significantly. The newcomer
+frowned.</p>
+
+<p>“And so you let him get away, did you?”</p>
+
+<p>“Ask Ben about that,” Steve replied, pointing
+to the bandaged face.</p>
+
+<p>In spite of the newcomer’s evident disappointment,
+a smile came to his face as he looked toward
+the wounded man.</p>
+
+<p>“He’s a bloomin’ bumble bee!” growled Ben.</p>
+
+<p>“And it seems that he stung you with steel,”
+said the newcomer. “Brave men you are, to let a
+kindergarten kid get away with you!”</p>
+
+<p>“What I say is,” Ben answered, angrily, “that
+you can go and get him yourself. This here beauty
+mark I’ve got is enough for me.”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t get excited,” smiled the newcomer. “It
+will all come out right in the wash. We’ll get them
+all, in time.”</p>
+
+<p>Clay began to remember the voice.</p>
+
+<p>“I have heard it before somewhere,” he mused.
+“This man is not an outlaw in the common acceptance
+of the word. He is probably the man having
+this very delectable enterprise in charge.”</p>
+
+<p>Then he remembered the scene on the street in
+Montreal, and the story which had been told him
+by the campfire up the St. Lawrence came back to
+his mind.</p>
+
+<p>This man might be the Lawyer Martin who had
+been referred to by the farmer. The lawyer, it
+had been stated, was apt in private theatricals and
+of pleasing personality. This man was disguised
+so far as clothing went, and his conversation
+showed that he was tactful and understood how to
+keep on the right side of the men with whom he
+mingled.</p>
+
+<p>The more the boy studied over the problem, the
+more certain he became that the man who was
+handling the unlawful enterprise, designing to keep
+the Fontenelles out of their rights stood before
+him.</p>
+
+<p>Presently Lawyer Martin, if it was he, turned a
+pair of keen yet half-humorous eyes in the direction
+of the boy.</p>
+
+<p>“Did you have a pleasant trip up the river?” he
+asked.</p>
+
+<p>“Fine!” replied Clay. “Plenty of good sport.”</p>
+
+<p>“If you had asked my advice,” the other said,
+“you would have proceeded straight up the lakes
+from Ogdensburg. It would have been safer.”</p>
+
+<p>“If safety was the only thing we figured on when
+we started away,” the boy answered, “we wouldn’t
+have started at all. We would have remained at
+home and gone to bed.”</p>
+
+<p>“You seem to be quite a bright boy,” the other
+suggested. “Why don’t you give up the map
+turned over to you by mistake, and go on about
+your business? That’s what you ought to do.”</p>
+
+<p>“Why don’t you get another map?” asked Clay.</p>
+
+<p>“Because,” was the reply, “the old Indian who
+made the one you have was drowned on the night
+he turned it over to you.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” Clay said, “you
+come on board the <i>Rambler</i> with me and we’ll give
+the map to Captain Joe, and then we’ll all go together
+and deliver it to Fontenelle. It seems to
+belong to him.”</p>
+
+<p>“I think you’ll change your mind,” replied the
+other.</p>
+
+<p>After a short whispered conversation with Steve
+and Ben, the man left the cavern. Clay would have
+given a good deal for some knowledge as to his
+objective point. He believed that the outlaws had
+a base of supplies other than the cavern on the peninsula,
+and he was wondering if the boys on the
+<i>Rambler</i> would be able to discover it.</p>
+
+<p>After a time Ben began drinking from the bottle
+of liquor he had drawn from under the rug, and
+Steve, seeing that the fellow was drinking himself
+into insensibility, left the cave, first seeing that
+Clay was tied hand and foot and gagged with one
+of his own handkerchiefs.</p>
+
+<p>The boy’s position was an uncomfortable one.
+He moved restlessly about, rolling toward the entrance
+as if in quest of fresh air. Ben arose and
+stood watching him drunkenly.</p>
+
+<p>“You’re not so worse,” the fellow cried. “If
+I had my way, I’d get out of this mix mighty quick.
+I’m a kind-hearted man, kid! The drunker I get,
+the kinder I am.”</p>
+
+<p>Clay was on the point of suggesting that he
+drink the remainder of the liquor in the bottle, so
+that he might be kind enough to untie him, but did
+not do so for obvious reasons.</p>
+
+<p>The boy was in hopes that Ben would become
+too intoxicated to pay any attention to his movements,
+but he did not do so. Instead, he filled a
+cob pipe with villainous tobacco and sat down at
+the entrance to the cavern within a few feet of
+where the boy lay.</p>
+
+<p>During all this time, the boy was wondering if
+Alex had gone back to the <i>Rambler</i> or whether he
+had trailed on after the men who had attempted
+his capture. In the latter case, the boy was evidently
+not very far away. He listened intently for
+some indication of the boy’s presence, but none
+came. He wondered if the boys on the <i>Rambler</i>
+would make an effort to find him before night set in.</p>
+
+<p>And so, gagged and bound, he spent a long, painful
+day. No one came to the cave, and Ben was his
+sole guardian. The man became talkative after a
+while and discussed the streets of Chicago, which
+he seemed to know well, but became silent whenever
+an incautious word regarding the present situation
+came to his lips.</p>
+
+<p>When darkness came, Steve and two more burly
+ruffians made their appearance. They uncovered
+a box at the back of the cavern and, reaching in,
+drew out bread and canned fruit and vegetables.
+As the four sat feeding like a drove of swine, Ben
+observed Clay’s eyes fixed hungrily on the food.</p>
+
+<p>“Why don’t you give the boy some of the
+chuck?” he asked, angrily.</p>
+
+<p>“Here, kid,” he added, taking the handkerchief
+from Clay’s mouth, releasing his hands, and
+passing him a loaf of bread and tin of beef, “just
+help yourself to this table d’hôte dinner.”</p>
+
+<p>Steve and the others snarled out their objections
+to this procedure, but Clay was finally left to eat
+his scanty supper in peace.</p>
+
+<p>After the men had finished eating, they arose
+and threw their cans and bottles into a shallow
+annex to the cave on the south.</p>
+
+<p>“I’m great for keeping things in order,” grinned
+Ben, giving a tin tomato can a particularly vigorous
+kick. “I always like to see things kept decent.”</p>
+
+<p>The can bounded against the wall, fell to the
+floor and rolled down a dark incline, and Clay’s
+heart beat into his throat as he heard the splash of
+water.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink20'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XX—LIFTING A SUNKEN LAUNCH</a></h2>
+
+<p>After the departure from the <i>Rambler</i> of Clay
+and Alex, Captain Joe began exploring the little
+store rooms of the craft in search of cables and
+grappling hooks. He soon had quite a collection
+laying on the deck.</p>
+
+<p>“What’s the idea, Captain Joe?” asked Case.</p>
+
+<p>“Well, boys,” the captain replied, “you remember
+what the Quebec chief of police said regarding
+the <i>Cartier</i> and the perfectly good assortment
+of supplies lying at the bottom of the St. Lawrence
+river?”</p>
+
+<p>“Sure, we remember that,” Case replied.</p>
+
+<p>“And you remember what Clay said about having
+discovered the boat as we came in? Why, he
+told us right where it is.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, he said he saw it on the bottom,” Jule interrupted.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, I have an idea,” Captain Joe smiled,
+winking at the two boys, “that it would be all
+right for us to lift the launch while Clay is away.
+What do you say to that?”</p>
+
+<p>“Great idea!” shouted Case.</p>
+
+<p>“Then let’s get at it,” Jule suggested.</p>
+
+<p>“The first thing to do,” Captain Joe said, “is to
+find out exactly where the <i>Cartier</i> lies.”</p>
+
+<p>“Aw, I know that,” Jule said, “Clay told me
+about that. It’s right over there in about fifteen
+feet of water just below that submerged bar.”</p>
+
+<p>“Fifteen feet with or without the tide?” asked
+Captain Joe.</p>
+
+<p>“Fifteen feet with the tide out,” was the reply,
+“and the tide is out now, so we’d better be getting
+busy.”</p>
+
+<p>They swung the <i>Rambler</i> over to the north side
+of the bar and anchored. From this new position,
+across the white surface of the bottom, they could
+see the trunk cabin of the <i>Cartier</i> sitting squarely
+up in the water. The boat had evidently dropped
+straight down when scuttled, and she now lay on
+an almost even keel with her nose pointing upstream.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, I tell you, boys,” Captain Joe observed,
+“one of you must go down and attach a line to her
+forward towing bitts. I’d go down myself, understand,
+only I’m so big and clumsy that I might
+displace too much water in the stream. Who’ll
+go?”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m the champion diver of the South Branch,”
+Jule cried, “and I’ll go down and have that line
+fast in about a second.”</p>
+
+<p>“It’s a long dive,” warned Captain Joe.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ve stood on my head in deeper water than
+that,” said the boy.</p>
+
+<p>Case got out the rowboat and Jule was taken
+over to the place from which he was to dive. The
+end of the cable was passed to him and he dropped
+down. In a moment, he came climbing up the
+rope like a young monkey, shaking water over Case
+as he tumbled into the boat.</p>
+
+<p>“Now get a-going,” he said, “and we’ll have
+this boat out of the mud before Clay and Alex return.
+I wonder what we’ll find on board of her.”</p>
+
+<p>“You don’t expect to find a lost channel, do
+you? Or a casket of family jewels?” asked Case,
+with a wink.</p>
+
+<p>“I was thinking,” Jule replied, “that we might
+find something to eat.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys rowed back to the <i>Rambler</i>, clambered
+on board, and the motor boat was started forward,
+one end of the cable attached to her after deck
+cleats. She pulled steadily for a moment under
+full power, but the launch refused to move. She
+was evidently deeply imbedded in the bottom.</p>
+
+<p>“I reckon we’ll have to go down and push,” Case
+grinned.</p>
+
+<p>“You just wait, boys, and I’ll try it once more,”
+Captain Joe said.</p>
+
+<p>The second attempt was successful, and the
+<i>Cartier</i> was drawn slowly, carefully, to the bar.
+When she left her original position on the bottom
+of the river, she listed to one side and so came in
+almost on her beam ends.</p>
+
+<p>“I guess we’ve spilled some of her crockery,”
+Jule laughed as the boat showed one side of her
+hull. “Fontenelle may kick on our wearing out
+his furniture.”</p>
+
+<p>“Oh, he’ll be glad enough to get his boat back,”
+Captain Joe remarked. “Now, we’ll see if we
+can pump her out.”</p>
+
+<p>The launch now lay tipping only slightly on the
+bar, her keel having cut into the soft sand, with
+her gunwales two or three inches above the surface
+of the river. The cabin stood well out of the river,
+of course, but the great body of water in the cockpit
+and over the cabin floor held her down.</p>
+
+<p>“Now we’ll see if we can’t pump her out,” Captain
+Joe said. “I don’t understand what sent her
+to the bottom. She looks to be as fit as a fiddle.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps we can tell that when we get the
+water out of her,” Case suggested. “There may
+be a big hole in her bottom.”</p>
+
+<p>The <i>Rambler’s</i> pump was now put in operation,
+but the interior of the launch remained full of
+water. The river rushed in as fast as the pumps
+removed it, so the craft did not rise to the surface.</p>
+
+<p>“You’ll have to get your feet wet again, Jule,”
+Case said. “Just drop over into the cockpit and
+see if you can see any hole in the bottom.”</p>
+
+<p>Jule did as requested, floundering and splashing
+about in the water as though he considered the enterprise
+only a bit of fun.</p>
+
+<p>“Nothing doing here!” he shouted back.
+“There’s no hole in the bottom that I can see.
+There may be one under the double floor in the
+cabin but I don’t believe it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Look for the sea-cock,” cried Captain Joe, leaning
+over the gunwale of the <i>Rambler</i>. “It may
+have been opened. It ought to be right there in
+the cockpit close to the wall of the cabin.”</p>
+
+<p>Jule felt around in the water for a time, ducked
+his head under in order to get closer to the bottom
+now and then and finally raised his dripping face
+with a shout.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ve found it!” he cried. “The sea-cock was
+wide open and that’s what sunk the launch.”</p>
+
+<p>“Wonder Fontenelle wouldn’t have investigated,”
+said Case.</p>
+
+<p>“The launch was probably sunk in the night,”
+Captain Joe suggested, “when the members of the
+party were away. When they returned to the boat,
+of course, they had no grappling apparatus or anything
+to help raise her, and so they just went away
+and left her in the mud.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s probably it,” Case said, turning on the
+pump.</p>
+
+<p>“Hold on,” Jule cried. “You wait till I get
+something to plug this sea-cock with. I can’t turn
+the valve. It’s rusty.”</p>
+
+<p>The boy was given a basket of waste which had
+been used in cleaning the motors, and in a short
+time the sea-cock was securely plugged.</p>
+
+<p>Then the pumps were set in motion again and in
+a very short time the <i>Cartier</i> was virtually free of
+water.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s a mighty handsome boat,” Captain Joe
+observed as the launch lay on the surface. “If I
+had her down on the South Branch, I could have
+the time of my life every day in the week.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys worked over the boat for some time
+drying off the woodwork and fixing the valve of
+the sea-cock so it would close.</p>
+
+<p>“Of course, she won’t run now,” Captain Joe
+explained, “because the batteries and the magneto
+are soaked with water. We can transfer new apparatus
+from the <i>Rambler</i> and, as she has plenty
+of gasoline, she will go like a duck on a mill-pond.”</p>
+
+<p>“I guess Clay will think we have been going
+some to get that boat off the bottom,” laughed Case.</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe looked at his watch, his face clouding
+as he did so.</p>
+
+<p>“Why, look here,” he said. “We’ve been a
+long time on this job. It is after one o’clock.”</p>
+
+<p>“We might have known that by the tide coming
+in,” Case said.</p>
+
+<p>“I wasn’t thinking about the water,” the captain
+laughed. “I was thinking about Clay and
+Alex. Now, where do you suppose those two
+scamps are? They ought to have been here long
+ago.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps they’ve found the lost channel!” Jule
+put in.</p>
+
+<p>“It is more likely they found a nest of outlaws
+they couldn’t get away from,” was Case’s idea of
+the situation. “I think we ought to do something
+about it right now,” he added.</p>
+
+<p>“I am afraid,” Captain Joe said, poking a stubby
+finger into Case’s side, “that it takes you boys
+about half your time to find each other when you
+go off on these river trips. First one gets lost and
+then the other.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s all right,” Case replied, “but every
+time a fellow gets lost he butts into valuable information.
+Clay may pick up those Fontenelle
+diamonds while he’s gone, or find the lost charter.”</p>
+
+<p>“It’s up to us to do something,” Jule insisted.
+“After dinner, we’ll go out on the peninsula and
+see what we can discover if Captain Joe will remain
+on the boat. We won’t be gone long.”</p>
+
+<p>Dinner was hastily prepared and hastily eaten,
+and then Case and Jule rowed to the shore in the
+<i>Rambler’s</i> boat, the canoe having been left on the
+bank by Clay. The captain saw them disappear in
+the thicket and then sat down in the cabin to watch
+and wait.</p>
+
+<p>In less than half an hour, he heard shouts on the
+shore, and then two figures came plunging down
+the high bank into the river some distance above
+the location of the <i>Rambler</i>.</p>
+
+<p>The captain reached for his gun and stood waiting,
+fearful at first that a bold attempt to board the
+<i>Rambler</i> was being made, but as the two figures in
+the water came closer, he saw Case and Jule alternately
+swimming on the surface and diving. The
+reason for this apparently strange conduct on the
+part of the boys was soon discovered, for bullets
+began whistling about their heads and about the
+deck of the <i>Rambler</i>.</p>
+
+<p>However, the swimmers reached the deck of the
+boat unharmed and dropped down behind the gunwales.</p>
+
+<p>“Use your gun, Captain Joe!” Case panted.
+“Alex is back there in the woods trying to get to
+the river.”</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink21'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XXI—DOWN IN THE WHIRLPOOL</a></h2>
+
+<p>When Clay heard the splash of water as the tin
+can disappeared from sight, he began wondering if
+what he had heard had reached the ears of the
+others. The lost channel was always in his mind,
+and he was wondering if the presence of a subterranean
+body of water there could have any connection
+with the channel which had disappeared as if
+by magic two or three hundred years before.</p>
+
+<p>In order to settle the question as to what the
+outlaws knew concerning the water which must lie
+directly under their cave, he asked:</p>
+
+<p>“Will some of you men give me a drink of
+water?”</p>
+
+<p>“Aw, go take a drink out of the river,” was the
+reply he received.</p>
+
+<p>“Gladly!” cried Clay. “Just untie my feet and
+I’ll show you how quickly I can get to the river.”</p>
+
+<p>The men laughed heartily at what they considered
+a good joke and continued their preparations
+for leaving the cavern. In a short time the
+man believed by Clay to be Lawyer Martin made
+his appearance, and then the party started up the
+gully turning to the east and walking over the
+roughest territory Clay had yet seen in that vicinity.
+The leader of the party paused now and
+then to inspect the landscape and to listen for
+sounds from the west river.</p>
+
+<p>“What were your friends doing this afternoon,”
+he asked presently. “They have dug up a new
+boat somewhere.”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know,” replied Clay, stumbling over
+the ground with two husky guards close to his
+sides. “Was it my friends who were doing the
+shooting?” he added.</p>
+
+<p>“Shooting?” the leader repeated in apparent
+amazement. “Did you hear any shooting? Which
+way did it come from?”</p>
+
+<p>“From the west,” was the brief reply.</p>
+
+<p>Clay’s escorts glanced at each other significantly,
+but said nothing. The boy was satisfied from the
+attitude of those about him that his chums had been
+attacked, but, as a matter of fact, he had heard no
+shooting, being at the time it took place in the
+cavern opening from the gully.</p>
+
+<p>After what seemed to Clay to be an endless journey,
+the party came to the west shore of the east
+river. Here, in the glade to the north of the rocky
+ledge which they had followed, was a fairly
+comfortable camp with tents and bunks and plenty of
+cooking appurtenances.</p>
+
+<p>Clay was pushed into a tent and his hands and
+feet bound again.</p>
+
+<p>“We can’t take any chances on your jumping us
+in the night,” the leader said as he saw the ropes
+adjusted around the boy’s ankles and wrists. “If
+you only had a little sense, we might make you
+more comfortable.”</p>
+
+<p>Time and again Clay had the name of Lawyer
+Martin on his lips. He was almost positive that
+the leader of the outlaws was the disguised man he
+had met in Montreal, the man of whom the farmer
+had spoken at the campfire. However, he conquered
+the inclination to address the fellow by the
+title which he believed to belong to him.</p>
+
+<p>“If he really is Lawyer Martin,” the boy reasoned,
+“and I let him know that I know the truth,
+he’ll take good care that I never get out into the
+world again to tell of his connection with these
+outlaws.”</p>
+
+<p>That night was a long one for the boy. One of
+the outlaws walked watchfully about the camp all
+night and another sat close by his bunk watching
+with unwearying eyes. It was plain that they considered
+his capture of great importance. He reasoned
+that it was because they had failed in any
+attack that might have been made on his chums,
+and had not succeeded in securing the map they
+sought.</p>
+
+<p>He did not know whether Alex had escaped the
+clutches of the ruffians or not, but he believed that
+if the boy really had been taken prisoner he would
+have been brought to the camp he himself occupied.</p>
+
+<p>The camp was astir at daybreak, when most of
+the outlaws disappeared from view, going in every
+direction except across the river. Clay would have
+given a good deal for exact information regarding
+their plans for the day, but he could only surmise
+that all their energies would be directed toward the
+destruction of the <i>Rambler</i> and the driving away
+of his chums.</p>
+
+<p>While he lay pondering over the possibilities of
+the day, the leader of the party came to his side.</p>
+
+<p>“How do you feel this morning, my boy?” he
+asked lightly.</p>
+
+<p>“I feel like I’d like to stretch my legs a little,”
+was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>“If I gave you the privilege,” asked the other,
+“will you promise to make no attempt to escape?”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m not making any promises,” Clay replied,
+“so I suppose I’ll have to remain where I am.”</p>
+
+<p>“But you can’t get away,” the leader insisted.</p>
+
+<p>“How do you know I can’t get away?” replied
+Clay, laughing up into the man’s face.</p>
+
+<p>“Because we’ve got you tied hard and fast,” was
+the reply.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ve read in the papers,” the leader went on,
+“about this Captain Joe bulldog of yours and this
+Teddy bear cub doing wonderful things in the way
+of helping you boys out of trouble, but they are up
+against the impossible here.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m sorry,” Clay said with a shrug of the
+shoulders, “but you know just as well as I do that
+no game is ever played out as it should be until the
+last card is on the table.”</p>
+
+<p>The leader smiled whimsically and turned away.
+After talking for some moments with the only man
+present in the camp, he turned to the west and disappeared.
+Then the man he had last talked with
+approached the boy.</p>
+
+<p>“What do you want for breakfast?” he asked.</p>
+
+<p>“Pie!” roared Clay. “Green apple pie, red
+apple pie, dried apple pie, and pie pie. And if
+you’ve got any chicken pie, that will come in all
+right later on.”</p>
+
+<p>“Your troubles don’t seem to affect your appetite,
+kid,” laughed the man whom Clay discovered
+to be the cook of the camp. “You’re a jolly kind
+of a fellow, anyway, and I’m going to give you the
+best there is in the larder.”</p>
+
+<p>In half an hour a really good breakfast of ham
+and eggs, potatoes, bread and butter, and coffee
+was served to the boy. He ate heartily, of course,
+as most boys will under any circumstances, talking
+with the cook as the meal proceeded.</p>
+
+<p>Directly the leader came to the edge of the little
+glade and beckoned to the cook. The latter looked
+from his employer to the boy and back again. The
+leader beckoned imperatively, and the cook left the
+tent and approached him. Together they stepped
+away into the edge of the thicket and engaged in
+an animated conversation.</p>
+
+<p>Clay heard the leader ask if the ropes which held
+his hands and feet were still in place, and heard the
+cook reply that he supposed they were as he had not
+examined them.</p>
+
+<p>“Just for the fun of the thing, now,” Clay
+mused, “I’ll find out whether that chap is right.”</p>
+
+<p>He pulled away at the cords on his wrist, but
+for a long time was unable to move them beyond
+the limit of the motion which had enabled him to
+use a fork at his breakfast.</p>
+
+<p>“I wonder,” he thought, “why they didn’t give
+me a knife to eat that ham with. Never mind, I
+can make a knife of my own.”</p>
+
+<p>He set his elbow against an earthen plate which
+lay on the ground, breaking it into several pieces.
+The largest fragment, he got into his mouth and
+began to saw his wrist ropes against it. The
+strands of the rope soon gave way and the boy’s
+hands were free. It took him but a moment to
+untie the cords which held his ankles.</p>
+
+<p>Thus released, he listened for a moment to make
+sure that the two men in the edge of the thicket
+were not observing him. All was still in that direction
+and he finally ventured to the opening of the
+tent and looked out. The two men were nowhere
+in sight.</p>
+
+<p>“Now or never,” thought the boy. “While
+those fellows are cooking up some scheme for the
+destruction of the <i>Rambler</i>, I’ll make a quiet sneak.
+The peninsula must be crowded with outlaws, all
+in search of a lost channel, and so I’ll have to take
+to the river.”</p>
+
+<p>The boy was out of the glade in an instant,
+crouching low, of course, but making good time
+until he reached the margin of the river. Hoping
+to see a boat, he paused there a moment and looked
+about. As he did so, the roar of the falls which
+had obstructed the progress of the <i>Rambler</i> on her
+first trip to that vicinity, reached his ears and he
+knew that a boat would be practically useless, as
+it would never live through the falling water. The
+only thing for him to do, seemed to be to take to
+the water and keep as much out of sight as possible
+under the bank.</p>
+
+<p>He sprang in and struck out down stream wondering
+if he could pass the falls without returning
+to the shore. After swimming a few strokes, he
+heard a shout from the bank and saw the leader
+and the cook hastening toward the river. The current
+was strong there just above the falls and the
+boy was an excellent swimmer, so the men did not
+decrease the distance between themselves and their
+quarry.</p>
+
+<p>“If you don’t stop, we’ll shoot!” the cook cried.</p>
+
+<p>“And shoot to kill!” came the voice of the
+leader.</p>
+
+<p>For a moment Clay swam on blindly under a
+rain of bullets but he had no idea whatever of voluntarily
+returning to the shore. The leaden pellets
+splashed into the water all about him for a
+time but presently as the men got better range,
+they began making closer acquaintance.</p>
+
+<p>The roar of the falls was now almost deafening.
+The boy could hear a torrent of water pouring
+down upon broken rocks. He knew now that it
+would be impossible for him to negotiate the falls
+by way of the river. He must swim to the shore
+and pass around the danger point. This would
+subject him to the direct fire of his pursuers.</p>
+
+<p>At last, almost hopeless, he dived into the water
+to escape the rain of bullets. To his surprise, he
+did not come to the surface again when he used his
+strength in that direction.</p>
+
+<p>Either his body had lost its buoyancy or the
+water was pulling him down. He seemed to be in a
+whirlpool. The force of the water drew at his
+arms and his legs and clutched him about the chest.
+Around and around he whirled, until he grew dizzy
+with the motion and his lungs seemed bursting for
+want of air.</p>
+
+<p>Then, almost unconscious, he knew that he was
+being drawn through an opening into which the
+water poured with awful force. He knew that he
+was being tossed to and fro in something like a
+basin or pool a moment later, and felt the fresh air
+creeping into his lungs.</p>
+
+<p>The water where he lay did not seem to be more
+than three or four feet deep but the current was
+swift and steady. There was no light anywhere.
+The boy groped forward with his hands outstretched
+until he came to what seemed to be a
+ledge of rock. There, exhausted and almost unconscious
+from his exertions, he dropped down and
+his mind became a blank.</p>
+
+<p>When he returned to consciousness, a single
+shaft of light penetrating the darkness of the place
+showed him to be in a cavern the dimensions of
+which he had no means of knowing. The ledge
+upon which he had fallen lay a yard or so above the
+surface of an underground stream. He could see
+the light glancing on the water and hear the roar
+of the whirlpool which had brought him into this
+subterranean place.</p>
+
+<p>“I’ve found the lost channel, I guess,” he
+thought bitterly, “and I guess there’ll be two of us
+lost—a lost river and a lost boy.”</p>
+
+<p>After a time, he felt his way along the ledge only
+to find that it came to an abrupt termination against
+a shoulder of rock.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink22'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XXII—WHAT THE EDDY BROUGHT UP</a></h2>
+
+<p>When Case and Jule gained the deck of the
+<i>Rambler</i>, crying that Alex was back in the forest
+pursued by the outlaws, Captain Joe laid out a
+choice assortment of automatic revolvers along the
+deck behind the starboard gunwale. The dripping
+boys crouched down and waited.</p>
+
+<p>“He wasn’t very far behind us,” Case said directly.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” Jule put in. “He ought to be here before
+long.”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe, watching the boys whimsically,
+pushed the revolvers around so they would be
+within easy reach. The deck looked like an
+armory.</p>
+
+<p>“You outrun him, did you, lads?” the old captain
+asked.</p>
+
+<p>“We wanted to stay back and come in with
+him,” Case explained, “but he wouldn’t have it.
+He said that if we separated and ran in different
+directions, one party would be pretty sure to get in,
+while we might all be captured if we stuck together.
+He was right, of course, but we hated to leave him.
+He ought to be here in a minute or two.”</p>
+
+<p>“Did he say where Clay was?” asked Captain
+Joe.</p>
+
+<p>“We didn’t have much chance to talk with him,”
+Case answered. “The outlaws were swarming
+over the peninsula, and kept us ducking and dodging
+most of the time. There must be a dozen or
+more toughs in there.”</p>
+
+<p>There was no more firing from the shore for a
+time, and those on board the <i>Rambler</i> hoped that
+Alex had succeeded in eluding his pursuers.</p>
+
+<p>Presently the bushes at the margin of the stream
+parted and a face looked out—a heavy bearded
+face with fierce eyes.</p>
+
+<p>“Good evening, pard!” Jule called out. “Come
+aboard!”</p>
+
+<p>The fellow disappeared without making any
+reply.</p>
+
+<p>“That settles it!” Case exclaimed. “We
+won’t see Alex right away. The outlaws haven’t
+caught him, and so they are watching along the
+shore in the hopes of picking him up when he leaves
+the thicket. I’d like to throw a stick of dynamite
+in there and blow up the whole outfit.”</p>
+
+<p>The supposition that Alex would not be seen at
+that time proved to be incorrect, however, for a
+shout was now heard from the launch, and Alex
+was seen waving a cap from the cockpit.</p>
+
+<p>The cap soon disappeared from sight, however,
+for bullets began dropping down from the shore.
+On the <i>Rambler</i>, the boys were behind the heavy
+gunwales, and Alex was hidden by the cockpit
+walls so, beyond splintering the railings and making
+havoc in the finely-decorated cabin of the
+launch, the bullets did no damage.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, how do you think that little customer
+got out to the launch without getting perforated?”
+asked Case.</p>
+
+<p>“He swam out, of course,” replied Jule, “—he
+just ducked under and swam out. I wish we
+could get him on board the <i>Rambler</i>.”</p>
+
+<p>“Now, that tow-line,” Case said, “is too long.
+The boy can’t swim under water all that distance.
+Can’t we pull the launch up?”</p>
+
+<p>“Nothing in the world to prevent it,” said Captain
+Joe. “If we can get the end of the line into
+the cabin, the launch will come up like a duck.
+Then Alex can come aboard without much
+danger.”</p>
+
+<p>This plan was adopted. The <i>Cartier</i> was easily
+drawn up to the stern of the <i>Rambler</i> and Alex
+stepped aboard.</p>
+
+<p>In a moment he was lying behind the gunwale
+with the others.</p>
+
+<p>“Where did you say Clay was?” asked Captain
+Joe.</p>
+
+<p>“I haven’t seen him for a long time,” was the
+reply. “We saw that wharf rat, Max, in the
+forest and I started away to follow him. At that
+time Clay was coming toward the boat. I thought
+he might be here.”</p>
+
+<p>“And so Max has shown up again, has he?”
+cried Case. “We’ll have to land that boy where
+he won’t be so active.”</p>
+
+<p>While the boys were discussing the situation a
+grating, flopping sound was heard in the cabin, and
+Jule rushed in just in time to see the cable which
+had held the <i>Cartier</i> to the <i>Rambler</i> drawing
+through the open window. In the excitement of
+getting Alex on board, the boys had neglected to
+secure the line and the launch was now dropping
+down stream.</p>
+
+<p>Jule sprang for the end of the line, but did not
+reach it. It dropped down to the after deck and
+was drawn into the water.</p>
+
+<p>“That’s a nice thing!” shouted the boy, rushing
+to the motors. “Now we’ve got to go down and
+catch that boat!”</p>
+
+<p>It was some moments before the anchor could be
+lifted and the <i>Rambler</i> turned and sent down
+stream, so the <i>Cartier</i> was halfway to the little bay
+running in behind the Peninsula before the boys
+caught up with her.</p>
+
+<p>“She won’t get away again,” Captain Joe declared
+shortening up the line and making it fast to
+the after deck cleats of the motor boat. “We
+haven’t got any time to go chasing runaway
+launches!”</p>
+
+<p>As the old captain spoke, Case laid a hand on
+his arm and pointed to the projection on the peninsula
+behind which Captain Joe had listened on the
+night he had left the <i>Rambler</i> during his watch.</p>
+
+<p>“There’s a blaze over there,” the boy said.
+“They must have a lot of men here to keep a force
+over there and another one between the two rivers.”</p>
+
+<p>“Young man,” Captain Joe replied, “the man
+who is responsible for this whole mix-up is over
+there on the point, with a band of cutthroats.”</p>
+
+<p>“Why don’t they go up and help the others?”
+asked Jule.</p>
+
+<p>“It’s just this way,” Captain Joe replied, “we
+disappointed them very much when we got the
+<i>Cartier</i> out of the water. That rascal on the point
+wanted to have the pleasure of raising the boat
+himself.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then why didn’t he do it?” asked Alex. “He
+had time enough before we got here.”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know why he didn’t,” answered the
+captain, “but he didn’t, and now he’s sore because
+we got to it first. It seems to me that he
+might have ordered his wrecking apparatus here
+and got the boat out before we arrived.”</p>
+
+<p>“What do you think he wants of the launch?”
+Case asked. “According to all accounts, he’s rich
+enough to buy a dozen.”</p>
+
+<p>“I can tell you about that,” Captain Joe replied
+with a grin. “You remember when I stood watch
+one night, and you all said I looked sleepy the next
+day. Well, that night, I paddled over to the point
+and heard what those people were talking about.
+There is something on board the <i>Cartier</i> they
+want. I couldn’t understand exactly what they
+said about it, but it is something in some way connected
+with a safe.”</p>
+
+<p>“The safe on the wall in the lost channel!”
+laughed Alex. “They think Fontenelle knows
+how to get to the safe if he can only get to the
+lost channel first.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, we got to the launch first, anyway,” Jule
+suggested. “And it strikes me that we’d better go
+aboard and look her over. Did you see anything
+remarkable when you were there, Alex?” he added.</p>
+
+<p>“Didn’t see a thing,” was the reply. “I flopped
+out of the water into the cockpit and never even
+looked inside the cabin. I wish now that I had.”</p>
+
+<p>“Come on, then, let’s you and I take a look
+through the cabin while Captain Joe and Case run
+the <i>Rambler</i> back to her old position,” Jule suggested.</p>
+
+<p>The two boys sprang down into the cockpit,
+paused a moment to get their balance and opened
+the cabin door. As they did so, a scrambling noise
+was heard inside, and both were knocked nearly off
+their feet as a body launched against them, turned
+to the railing and shot over into the river.</p>
+
+<p>From his position on the deck where he had been
+thrown by the impact of the collision, Alex looked
+up at Jule with a whimsical smile on his face.</p>
+
+<p>“Did you see that?” he asked.</p>
+
+<p>“I felt it,” Jule replied, rubbing his head.</p>
+
+<p>“What did it feel like?” asked Alex</p>
+
+<p>“Like a battering ram,” was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>“Well,” Alex said, “it might have been a battering
+ram, but it looked to me like Max, and it’s
+dollars to apples that he caused the <i>Cartier</i> to start
+downstream. A few pulls from the water would
+have started the line running out.”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s just it!” Jule exclaimed. “That’s exactly
+the idea!”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe now leaned over the gunwale of the
+<i>Rambler</i> and cried out:</p>
+
+<p>“Which one of you boys fell overboard?”</p>
+
+<p>“That was Max,” Alex replied. “He’s been
+here in the cabin of the launch for nobody knows
+how long, ransacking the lockers and destroying
+papers. He must have come aboard about as soon
+as it was lifted out of the water. The scamp certainly
+keeps busy, anyway.”</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe passed over to the launch, and a
+long search was made through the owner’s
+secretary and the drawers and boxes containing documents.
+The papers were wet, of course, and many
+of them were badly torn, but the purport of each
+was by no means doubtful. The great mass consisted
+of bills, newspaper clippings, personal letters
+and the hundred and one memoranda made by the
+captain and owner of a pleasure launch.</p>
+
+<p>“I guess we’ll have to give it up,” the captain
+said, after a time. “There’s one good thing about
+it, and that is that Max didn’t meet with any more
+success than we did.”</p>
+
+<p>“How do you know?” asked Case.</p>
+
+<p>“Because,” answered the Captain, “he would
+have been off the boat before we ever got to it.”</p>
+
+<p>“Perhaps he wasn’t here as long as you think he
+was,” Alex put in. “Clay and I saw him up in
+the woods when we first went ashore.”</p>
+
+<p>The papers were spread out neatly and left to
+dry, and everything in the drenched cabin placed
+in as good shape as possible. Then the boys all
+returned to the <i>Rambler</i>, now nearing her old position
+in the west river.</p>
+
+<p>Much to the surprise of all on board, there were
+no signs of the outlaws when the boat came to her
+old anchorage. Night was falling and there were
+no indications of hostile influences anywhere. Before
+darkness settled down over the scene, the boys
+drew the <i>Rambler</i> a little farther up the stream
+and prepared to pass a watchful and anxious night.</p>
+
+<p>Alex proposed that he go ashore with the bulldog
+and make an effort to find Clay, but the proposition
+was instantly vetoed by the others.</p>
+
+<p>“You’ll get lost yourself,” Case declared, “and
+we’d have two boys to look up instead of one. I
+think we’d better all stay on the boat.”</p>
+
+<p>“And that’s good sense, too,” Captain Joe put
+in. “Clay knows where we are, and he’ll come to
+us if he can get away. If he doesn’t come during
+the night, we’ll get out after him in the morning.”</p>
+
+<p>“He may be waiting for darkness,” Case suggested.
+“In that case, he ought to be here soon.
+He must be hungry.”</p>
+
+<p>“He surely will, and we’ll keep supper waiting
+for him in this cabin all night,” said Alex “When
+the outlaws had me pinched, they didn’t give me
+anything to eat. I’ll get even for that!”</p>
+
+<p>The night passed slowly, drearily, and Clay did
+not come. As the reader understands, all through
+the dark hours, the boy lay bound in a tent not far
+from the west shore of the east river.</p>
+
+<p>Shortly after daylight, breakfast being over, the
+boys began planning for a visit to the shore.</p>
+
+<p>The canoe and the rowboat were both on the
+bank still in plain sight.</p>
+
+<p>“You swim over and get the boats, Jule,” Case
+said. “You haven’t had as many open air baths as
+we have since we started on this trip.”</p>
+
+<p>“Now, boys,” interposed Captain Joe, “I
+wouldn’t touch those boats if I were you. If there
+are any outlaws in those woods at all, they’re
+watching those boats. The first boy that swims
+up to one of them will be captured.”</p>
+
+<p>“Then we’ve all got to swim,” declared Case
+ruefully.</p>
+
+<p>“We’re getting used to it this time,” cried Alex</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t believe there’s any one over there,” Jule
+said. “They wouldn’t keep still so long.”</p>
+
+<p>“I notice that you don’t get your head up above
+the gunwale very often,” Alex laughed.</p>
+
+<p>“Look here, boys,” Captain Joe said, pointing
+out of the cabin window. “Here’s a place where
+the river widens without any good excuse for doing
+so. I talked to Clay about that, and his idea
+was that an underground stream runs in in this
+vicinity. Now, your eyes are better than mine.
+Look upstream and see if you can observe any current
+which might be made by the flowing in of a
+subterranean river.”</p>
+
+<p>“You’re all right, Captain Joe,” Case exclaimed.
+“You can’t forget that lost channel any more than
+we can.”</p>
+
+<p>“I don’t know whether there’s a lost channel or
+not,” the captain replied, “but I do know that
+there’s a fresh supply of water coming into this
+stream right about here.”</p>
+
+<p>Case took a field glass and looked up the stream.</p>
+
+<p>“There surely is a current starting in close to
+that bank,” he finally said. “I can see sticks and
+bubbles popping up from the bottom. There’s a
+spring there, all right.”</p>
+
+<p>Alex took the glass and studied the river for a
+long time. Then he seized Captain Joe by the
+shoulder and pointed.</p>
+
+<p>“Say,” he said, “there’s a nude body coming up
+out of that eddy Case saw. You can see it under
+the water, drifting down this way.”</p>
+
+<p>The boy dropped the glass clattering on the deck
+and sprang into the water.</p>
+
+<p>“Here, here, boy! Come back!” cried Captain
+Joe.</p>
+
+<p>“It’s Clay!” shouted Jule. “Can’t you see it’s
+Clay!”</p>
+
+<p>In a moment, Jule was in the water, too, and
+both boys were diving after the figure they had
+seen in the eddy.</p>
+
+<p>They caught it in a moment, and managed to
+get it to the boat. Captain Joe and Case supplied
+ropes, and in an incredibly short space of time,
+Clay lay stretched out on the deck.</p>
+
+<p>“He’s dead!” cried Alex “I just know he’s
+dead!”</p>
+
+<p>“They stripped him of his clothes and threw
+him in!” wailed Jule.</p>
+
+<h2 class='chapter' id='clink23'><a href='#toc'>CHAPTER XXIII—THE LOST CHARTER IS FOUND</a></h2>
+
+<p>An instant after being laid on the deck, however,
+Clay opened his eyes and smiled up into the
+faces of his friends.</p>
+
+<p>“He’ll be saying, ‘Where am I?’ in a minute!”
+Alex cried, dancing joyfully about the prostrate
+figure. “That is the usual thing in stories, you
+know. He’ll have to say, ‘Where am I?’ and I’ll
+have to tell him that he mustn’t talk. Look at him
+grin.”</p>
+
+<p>“What gets me,” Captain Joe said, lifting the
+boy into a sitting position, “is how you came up
+from the bottom of the river without ever diving
+down to it. It looks uncanny.”</p>
+
+<p>“The lost channel!” answered Clay weakly.</p>
+
+<p>“You found it, did you?” asked Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“Boys, boys,” said Captain Joe, “never mind
+the lost channel until we get this boy dressed and
+fed up.”</p>
+
+<p>The processes suggested by the captain were
+quickly accomplished, and in a short time, Clay
+sat in the cabin telling of the adventures of the
+morning. The boys listened wide-eyed.</p>
+
+<p>“Now let me get this thing right,” Captain Joe
+said. “You went into a whirlpool above the falls
+and came out into a cavern?”</p>
+
+<p>“That’s just it, exactly,” Clay replied, still weak
+from his exertions. “I landed on a ledge, where
+I lay unconscious for a few moments and then
+followed down the channel of the underground
+river. There is plenty of room in the cavern,” he
+continued, “and plenty of fresh air, but the place
+is shy on light. I fell many times in the darkness.”</p>
+
+<p>“I thought it wasn’t safe for me to be in there!”
+grinned Alex.</p>
+
+<p>“I thought it wasn’t safe for me be in there!”
+Clay replied with a wink, “and so I made my way
+out as swiftly as I could. At this end of the channel,
+the water runs out just below the surface of
+the west river, and I thought I’d better reduce my
+weight as much as possible before going through
+the opening, so I took off my clothes and was
+pushed out by the current.”</p>
+
+<p>“Looked mighty funny to see you come floating
+out of the river without ever having gone in!”
+laughed Jule.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, boys,” said Captain Joe, after the boys
+had discussed all phases of the situation, “let’s
+size this thing up together. In the first place, Clay
+has undoubtedly discovered the lost channel.”</p>
+
+<p>“It might have been found years ago,” Clay
+said, “if the men who tried to describe it had only
+said that it was a subterranean stream.”</p>
+
+<p>“And now, the question is,” went on the captain,
+“whether the charter and the family jewels
+are anywhere in the cavern through which the lost
+stream runs.”</p>
+
+<p>“It seemed to me,” Clay broke in, “that the
+cavern was big enough to hold a small sized city.
+It is just the kind of a place where one would
+naturally hide valuables.”</p>
+
+<p>“It seems to me,” Alex complained, “that the
+hardest part of our job is still to come, even if we
+have discovered the lost channel. We can’t go up
+there and dive through the whirlpool, as Clay did,
+because the outlaws would perforate us before we
+got anywhere near the falls.”</p>
+
+<p>“I’ve been thinking of that,” Clay said, “and I
+believe there is a way to get into the cavern without
+getting wet. When I lay in the cavern, high
+up on the ridge, before being taken to the shore,
+the men with me emptied several tin cans of food
+and pitched them into a corner of the cavern. One
+of the cans was sent along with a kick, and I heard
+a splash of water when it fell.”</p>
+
+<p>“Je-rusalem!” cried Alex. “Show me where
+that cavern is, and I’ll take a rope and go through
+the opening where the can fell!”</p>
+
+<p>“What would these fellows on shore be doing
+all the time you were reaching the cavern?” asked
+Case.</p>
+
+<p>“I am certain,” Clay went on, “that there is an
+opening from the floor of the cavern to the chamber
+in which the lost river runs, for when I came
+down, I saw a blur of light about halfway through
+the journey.”</p>
+
+<p>“That settles that part of it, then,” Captain Joe
+said. “We’ll have to wait for a suitable opportunity
+and get into the chamber by way of the
+cave. And now,” he continued, “I propose that
+we move out to the bay or the St. Lawrence, where
+we won’t be under the guns of the enemy, and cook
+several square meals. Honest, boys,” he went on,
+“I’ve been so worried lately, that I’ve almost lost
+my appetite.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes,” Case laughed, “I notice you consumed
+only half a dozen of those Bismark pancakes for
+breakfast.”</p>
+
+<p>The <i>Rambler</i> was dropped down to the bay with
+the launch still by her side, and, once out of rifle
+shot, the boys enjoyed the freedom of the deck.</p>
+
+<p>“Now, we’ll stay here until night,” Captain Joe
+said, “and then we’ll see what we can do towards
+finding that cavern and dropping down into the
+lost channel. We ought to explore it in one night
+with the help of our searchlights.”</p>
+
+<p>The plan mapped out by the captain was successfully
+carried out. Leaving Jule on board the
+<i>Rambler</i>, the other members of the party crept cautiously
+ashore that night, and were led directly to
+the cavern by Clay. They were not disturbed during
+the journey. Off to the east, they saw the reflection
+of a campfire and the sound of many voices
+showed the boys that the outlaws were not at all
+anxious to conceal their presence.</p>
+
+<p>The opening leading from the cavern to the
+channel of the stream was large enough for even
+Captain Joe to pass through with comfort. Directly
+under the opening was a ledge of rock and
+here the boys landed. Almost at the point of entry
+they saw marks on the wall which indicated that
+at some distant time an inscription had been carved
+there.</p>
+
+<p>“We can’t read the words,” Clay said, flashing
+his searchlight over the wall, “but at least it tells
+us that this is somewhere near the scene of the old-time
+operations.”</p>
+
+<p>Alex, who had been poking about around an
+angle of rock, now gave a great shout of delight
+which called the boys to his side.</p>
+
+<p>“There’s your old safe!” he cried, pointing up
+to a niche in the wall, “and it’s dollars to doughnuts
+that the lost charter and the jewels are inside
+of it!”</p>
+
+<p>It was the work of only a few moments to bring
+the safe down from the ledge of rock to where the
+boys stood. It was merely a box of steel, not more
+than a foot in diameter each way, and was evidently
+constructed with thin walls for its weight was not
+great. However, it was tightly closed and the boys
+could see no means by which it might be opened.
+There was not even a keyhole or a button.</p>
+
+<p>“We’ll take it back to the <i>Rambler</i>,” Captain
+Joe said. “Perhaps we can find a way to open it
+there.”</p>
+
+<p>“We’ll find a way to open it,” Alex exclaimed,
+“when we get hold of the document Max was
+looking for in the cabin of the <i>Cartier</i>.”</p>
+
+<p>“Good idea!” Captain Joe replied. “If you
+wait long enough, you’ll always find something like
+intelligence in the head of a boy!”</p>
+
+<p>When the party returned to the cabin, daylight
+was just showing in the east and the noisy revel of
+those at the campfire had ceased.</p>
+
+<p>“I tell you what it is,” Captain Joe exclaimed,
+“those fellows have given up chasing us for the
+reason that they have arrived at the conclusion that
+we don’t know any more about the lost channel
+than they do. At first, they doubtless thought the
+map might direct us to it, but now they have given
+up that idea, and are satisfied to let us hunt for
+the lost charter if we want to.”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, but they are still watching us, all the
+same,” Clay replied, “expecting to take the proceeds
+of the discovery away from us if we are lucky
+enough to find what both parties are seeking for.”</p>
+
+<p>This explanation of Captain Joe’s seemed to be
+the correct one, for the boys were not molested
+while on their way to the <i>Rambler</i> with the steel
+box. Having secured the box, the question now
+was how to get it open, so nearly all that day, they
+searched among the papers in the cabin of the
+<i>Cartier</i> for some clue to the mystery. Before
+night it was found in a bundle of old papers stowed
+away in a secret draw at the bottom of the owner’s
+secretary, where it had lain for a long time.</p>
+
+<p>“This is easy,” Clay said holding the paper up
+between his thumb and fingers. “The box is only
+an old French puzzle box. Press on the upper right
+hand front corner and a button will show. Press
+the button and the box will open, and there you
+are.”</p>
+
+<p>“What the dickens do you think the Fontenelles
+left this paper laying around in a place like this
+for?” asked Case. “Do you suppose they knew
+what it was?”</p>
+
+<p>“Of course they knew,” Clay answered, “and
+the paper was brought along so that the box might
+be opened as soon as found.”</p>
+
+<p>Although the hinges and lock of the steel box
+were rusted, it was opened with little difficulty and
+there were the family jewels and the lost charter!
+In spite of difficulties, the boys had succeeded in
+their quest. The search of more than three hundred
+years was ended!</p>
+
+<p>When the <i>Rambler</i> and the <i>Cartier</i> started away
+toward Quebec, they left the men who had opposed
+them still on the peninsula. Reaching the city, they
+lost no time in communicating the result of their
+expedition to the Fontenelles. It is needless to say
+that the latter were overjoyed at the recovery of
+the charter and the jewels.</p>
+
+<p>At the close of the interview between the elder
+Fontenelle and Clay, the former wrote a check for
+ten thousand dollars and passed it over to the boy.
+Clay smiled as he passed it back.</p>
+
+<p>“You remember,” he said, “that we recovered
+the <i>Cartier</i>, and that we searched her papers pretty
+thoroughly to discover the secret of the steel box.
+Well, Captain Joe, our old friend from Chicago,
+has conceived a great liking for the boat, and if
+you can induce your son to give us the launch, and
+also to make no trouble for the poor people who
+will suffer under this charter, we shall consider
+ourselves amply repaid for all our trouble. It has
+been a pleasant excursion, anyway.”</p>
+
+<p>“So far as the boat is concerned,” the old man
+Fontenelle replied, “you are entitled to it as salvage.
+Besides, now that the charter and the jewels
+have been discovered, through your agency, the
+<i>Cartier</i> will no longer be elaborate enough for my
+son. He will have a handsome yacht built, anyway,
+so you may as well take the launch. So far
+as making trouble for those who have occupied our
+lands for years goes, no one shall suffer except
+those who combined their wealth to obstruct us.</p>
+
+<p>“And so you see,” he continued, “that the check
+is yours after all.”</p>
+
+<p>And the old gentleman would not accept “No.”
+for an answer.</p>
+
+<p>“One thing I should like to know,” Clay said,
+before leaving Mr. Fontenelle, “and that concerns
+the mysterious map we received and the manner in
+which it came into our possession.”</p>
+
+<p>“I can set you right on that point,” the old man
+said. “The man who gave you the map and who
+was drowned that same night was long in our
+employ. He finally became angry at some fancied
+slight and disappeared taking with him valuable
+papers. It is believed that the crude map delivered
+to you was among the papers he took. At any rate,
+on the day before you saw him, he expressed to a
+relative remorse at what he had done and promised
+to restore the papers. How he came to deliver the
+map to you, knowing the <i>Cartier</i> as well as he did,
+is something which will never be known.”</p>
+
+<p>The boys left Quebec the next morning without
+waiting for the return of the men who were still
+looking for the lost channel on Cartier island.
+Therefore they never saw either Lawyer Martin or
+Max again, but they read later in the news dispatches
+of Max being sentenced to the penitentiary
+for highway robbery.</p>
+
+<p>The boys went over the old ground on the river
+again to Ogdensburg, where the <i>Cartier</i> was fully
+equipped with new electrical apparatus and then
+the two started away on their long journey up the
+lakes.</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe, was, of course, overjoyed at becoming
+the owner of the launch, which is now one
+of the show vessels on the South Branch.</p>
+
+<p>Captain Joe, the bulldog, and Teddy when in
+Chicago alternate between the <i>Rambler</i> and the
+<i>Cartier</i>, having a welcome on either boat.</p>
+
+<p>The boys were not content to remain long on
+the South Branch. In fact, within a few days, they
+fitted the <i>Rambler</i> out for a trip down the Ohio
+river. What occurred during this trip will be related
+in the next volume of this series entitled:
+The Six River Motor Boat Boys on the Ohio; or,
+the Three Blue Lights.</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
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